I feel the snow,
brushing into me.
to be be alive,
like this,
I never thought it would be.
How can the world turn its back,
on such beauty?
Take your time,
dearest sky,
empty your cold on me,
tell me your ancient story,
let me feel alive,
one last time.
you transcend the world in gray,
promise me another story tonight.
Take your time,
dearest sky,
empty your cold on me,
tell me your ancient story,
let me feel alive,
one last time.
I wanted everything,
though I can promise nothing,
I'll follow the drift,
into the eclipse,
into the abyss,
of the darknening twilight.
Take your time,
Dearest sky,
empty your cold on me,
tell me your ancient story,
let me feel alive,
one last time.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt - snow, winter... by aboomer.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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I like your title - it fits this well, I think.
I like the wording and the feel to this - almost bittersweet. I'm usually not a fan of repetition, but in this I like it - adds a nice emphasis.
I especially like your verse,
'Take your time,
Dearest sky,
empty your cold on me,
tell me your ancient story,
let me feel alive,
one last time.' - which I also feel was perfect for repeating.
Thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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