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Under the bare bones of the apple tree

A frigidity swept over me

A coolness that bore me to the bone,

The loss of a friend, the one I called home.

As winter ravens cackled in grey British skies

And white snow-filled clouds burdened by

Ice tears formed in my eyes

As my feet followed the path of trodden earth

We used to walk in days of mirth.

On automatic pilot to the hard stone wall

Where keystones had scattered

Hand placed, they fall

At my small tired feet.

The smell of winter, old oak and pine

purvey into this empty mind.

Thinking of a world without a spring

Empty words, in my mind ring

As I search for reason

In this manic silent world

Without you.

Reviews

[RDOriginal]

This is such a sad poem in that it sums up the stark, abject loneliness that comes when you're truely 'without' someone.

There are some really cold images such as "winter ravens" and "ice tears" here that give a physical element to the emotional pain. In addition to this coldness there's a real sense of bleakness, almost as if there is no future - a winter with no hope of spring... Shivers down the spine.

My favourite line is, "in this manic silent world without you". It really conjures up images of the mental turmoil and simultaneous loneliness that comes with any kind of enforced separation (whatever the reason for it).

A lovely poem that mixes the physical and emotional in equal measure to great effect.

[FlawedByDesign]

Sad and cold! It's fitting you talk about this in winter time, because it is such a great backdrop to further instill the anguish into the poem. Winters are barren, no new life springs, it's devoid of joy and rightfully so for the person mourns the loss of someone close.

Nicely done

[Breezie Kae]

I love the purity behind these words. This is a wonderful poem. :)