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Unforgiving Snow

Long before the winter bird’s song,
gave color to bare stems
of dormant trees.
And squirrels gathering acorns
scurried to slow breaths of winter.
My translucent bones lay beneath
the seamless skin,
glazed over the riverbed.

many years before,
my eyes had closed, with heart empty.
There were no words left to sing a metaphor,
nor had I the strength, to rise with the sun.

With pulse slowed, the black bear
hibernates, to reflect my soul.
The lone wolf howls to the moon,
while falling stars shoot across the skies
and they too, don’t shine anymore.

in those years before I had repented,
butterflies fluttered, and I admired
their beauty.
I swam in the deep blue sea.
And upon the carp of green and bark
beneath them, roots of my sin lay
discarded.
No longer do they breathe-

And when the first snowflake falls upon
my frail remains, I rest uneasy,
knowing-

when the first red-breast
of spring,
sings her song~~

My sins will once again, reappear,
unforgiving.




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  • misticmoonlite gold member
    December 10, 2007

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    this is so pretty, nicely pictured of natures creatures storing winter treats,nice visions of my favorite part of seasons, good luck mm


  • ellipsist
    December 9, 2007

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    wow... quite a dark and saddening write... eloquent, beautifully worded...

    a poignant interpretation, indeed... powerful imagery and metaphor...


  • Stardust-luvr
    December 9, 2007

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    My dearest you have exuded so much in this write - like with winter changing to spring; dormancy comes alive. bringing forth a new hope and strength of self enpowered wills. well done hun and many blessings always xxxx


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    December 7, 2007

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    What beautiful language, what odd punctuation and capitalization. Get out there and make a new garden, I say..lol...


  • tara wilson gold member
    December 7, 2007

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    yes...they always do come back (birds and sins)..this has excellent imagery..great poem, good luck in the contest!

  • Rowan gold member
    December 7, 2007

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    holy crap, this is fantastic...
    wow.
    Sorry for the lame vulgarity, lol. I loved this.
    Bravo!!!

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