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Posted by Atticus on December 14, 2005, at 14:25:19
Wafting snow felt like mourning,
Like an angel’s perfect tears,
Brittle frosted pavement
Cracked by grief over the years
Formed new canyons and scars,
An asphalt sculpture of fears
Etched on its tarry canvas
With jackboot treads and jeers,
And the same’s true of my face,
Not as strong as it appears,
Frozen flakes never soothe,
Instead they merely sear
Fresh imprints on my mind,
Remind me when you were here,
And we strutted hand in hand,
And the path ahead seemed clear,
But it’s been ten thousand steps
Since the last time you were near,
And summer’s leaves are long gone,
The tree branches are all clear
Of fleshy, supple, green youth,
And now I am but a mere
Walking tangle of brambles
Left bereft, bled dry, so sere.
Posted by sal0805 on December 19, 2005, at 15:03:32
In reply to Wafting Snow Felt Like Mourning, posted by Atticus on December 14, 2005, at 14:25:19
Ah my friend, how you miss her.
This made me cry. Not in a bad way. Just in a 'I wish I could hug you' kind of way. If that made sense.
What a truly beautiful piece of writing.
I read this whilst in a really dark mood and already feel so much better.
(Again, if that made sense).Thank you dear friend Atticus. You never let me down!!
Sabrina
Posted by Atticus on December 20, 2005, at 10:51:47
In reply to Re: Wafting Snow Felt Like Mourning » Atticus, posted by sal0805 on December 19, 2005, at 15:03:32
You're very welcome, luv. Ta. Atticus
Posted by sal0805 on December 20, 2005, at 17:09:52
In reply to Re: Wafting Snow Felt Like Mourning » sal0805, posted by Atticus on December 20, 2005, at 10:51:47
Just keep it flowing.
I almost always do not understand, but I thrive on your writing.
Look forward to the next!!!
Luv S
Posted by Atticus on December 21, 2005, at 10:29:16
In reply to Re: Wafting Snow Felt Like Mourning » Atticus, posted by sal0805 on December 20, 2005, at 17:09:52
Poems (at least mine) aren't really meant to be understood in a logical way like an explanation in a textbook. I use metaphors and turns of phrase to try and communicate the emotional state I'm in or to see if the language evokes an emotional response (even a different one than mine) in other people. For me, it's not so much what the poem makes you think about as much as it is about how the poem makes you feel. Your reaction might not even have anything to do with the subject matter at all, but rather with the texture of the language, the way it feels in your mouth if you recite it or in your head. So long as you enjoy it. Atticus
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