it is dark,
stands in the middle of somewhere
with the smile of wine on its face.
needs little light
for it has the sound of music from
its perpendicular head.
safe, it draws the southerly winds
in mouthfuls while it exhales
the fear of the North.
Flat and surefooted,
all we need is a match or candle
and confessions from the eastern witch.
Author notes
After an ice storm and being without any kind of power.
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the smile of wine - makes me think of warmth that though the poem is speaking of the cold, though a wine or seventy will surely bring a warm glow. judy garland is in between the lines with two films. a good poem.
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You write a poignant verse ...
pulling the reader right in, to find at its core enlightenment! In a dark world of cold, often we search for some kind of power, not so beloved One? How great to have the Source of All within our very soul.
May you endure all of the storms of this world with the typical zest of CookieZeal.
Love to you, Precious.
Myra
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Are you a Jayhawker too? I had no idea. Yep! This sublime verse describes this place exactly. Feast or famine,freeze or fry. But sees everything coming and going from east,west,north and south. Hardly it's reputed cornfield county persona. Rather blaise,yawning....and bored. So the Winter Witch sold your power. I don't think so judging by this piece.
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Whoah...you sayeth it more ... and yet, again! Thanks for the Jayhawker view. Didn't know the bird's title.lol.
You're right. You've personified the state as a medium of instinct and a compass of extremes ta' boot.
Thanks mucho!
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