A frozen night
swallowing icy daggers with every breath
cheeks beet red, beat red by the howl
Winter is a vicious beast
and she will not be checked
Walking
for the first time
in a long time
I found I had no reason
a solitude unlike many others
self-imposed
the first step was the hardest
I nearly rationalized myself against it
but for once
I shut up
and walked anyway
Music that perhaps, for a moment, a minute, a month
was my mistress
that knew me
defined me
once
poured through my headphones
and I listened to who I used to be.
A clear head
thoughts ripped out of me
dragged kicking and screaming by the wind I leaned into
no matter how many were lost
I always found more
And then.
A simple distraction
a goofy smile no one could see
No matter how fast the wind blew
it had no chance
I had no chance
Miles out
I laugh at myself
how'd I manage this?
and simply
I turn around
going back was both longer
and shorter
than the first time around
as it happens
My town, and I realize how long it's been. Dawn pokes over the hill
people are going to work
my street, and I realize how cold I am
inside
finally
curled inside layers of blankets
but still
I'm frozen
limbs rigid, joints aching
fingers screaming
I bought those gloves for a reason, dammit
I smile anyway
somewhere
I'm thawing.
Author notes
Sometimes you just need to take a walk, no?
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thought-provoking
i liked this. i love winter nights, and the clarity they offers to a troubled mind. this captured it well.
very nicely done.
<33 kit
p.s. thank you for the nice comment on my poem "Angels Wear Tripp". I appreciate it greatly.
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This one bit:
"haha. I need to stop hitting enter after every sentence. but.
it's a lot easier to break things up this way
focus
and clear some things out"
is probably better left as a "note to self" type thought in your head rather than an actual part of the poem. Imagine an old western movie and you're really engrossed in the plot. Three quarters of the way through the movie the leading man gets shot and the cameras pan to the director who has this pained "Oooh, that had to hurt!" look on his face and then continue on with the movie. The audience doesn't really need to see the director's face at that point in time.
Other than that, welcome to A.P.--hope you have (at least) as long and as satisfying a stay as I've had so far. See you around.
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Thanks!
I don't mind calling myself a writer, but I've always been used to a 'blog' type deal. Since that's how I originally penned it, I'd been struggling with keeping that bit since it so obviously threw off the scene, but I also didn't want to 'edit' myself, if that makes sense? Thank you very, very much for your suggestion, and steering me more towards becoming a 'poet'. =]
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Good write indeed
I love to walk and I feel in doing so the air is fresher and everything takes on a different color not really but when you slow down to a crawl you see what you have been missing for so long . -
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Stop and Smell the Roses
or, Walk and Feel the Breeze... in either case, breaking certain cycles are just what we need to gain a little perspective.
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