Heading towards
Three in the morning
Looking out the window
At 2 plus feet of snow
Fallen in the last two days
And more to come
Through the next two.
And then the thoughts
Turn to you.
Winter’s always the time
I miss you the most
And remember the beauty
Of snow on the pines.
I think I may take a walk;
Aching slightly
For the sting
Winters breath brings.
Then again
I think it might be
The numbness
I’m really after.
The only cure
For the ache
That never goes away.
Loss of Love
Of life to death…..
It’s like someone stole
My last breath.
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent
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I feel that this is a little cliche personally, just in attitude and idea. However I really like the last two lines and felt they made the poem into something worthy of a lot of praise. Good job, I enjoyed reading.
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Times
Times and memories . Seasons , how the often bring out our deepest pains. The image you set is felt be the reader and I can only sigh and remember such times. Excellent write poet.
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A really lovely poem...and we're all just a breath away. -c
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Such a sad write, yet so beautiful. Again you have laid your self bare for your readers.
Excellent write with a wonderful flow that intices the reader along.
We all have been there but you bring it to us in a fore we can understand and feel, so softly and wistful, like start dust.
Thank you for sharing--Take care.
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Very sweat and sad and lovely. -c
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