Song of a Winter Attic

winter

Sheets of white ice double the frozen glass,

the net curtains break up the frost and the

smell of damp books and insects, autumn apples,

moments of childhood under eaves, I am

not in sorrow apart from sorrowing, a terrible desire

is born to stop all clocks,a victim of time and snow,

my grave is hidden under the dusty floorboards, so

scratching with broken fingers I search for my sorrow.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

HD imagery brings starkly alive what, at first, appears to be mere "stir craziness."
Melancholy's presence qualified, but not entirely denied.
Because you strike me as a natural scientist, you just seemed intent on uncovering the source of your unpleasant emotion.
But, what of the zombie-like references to "grave" and "broken fingers?'--the unlikely entrapment in your childhood home.
A nightmare (perhaps, even, a waking nightmare); not exactly the screaming variety--still, not the kind of winter song Bing Crosby would have been caught (not dead) crooning.
Whatever the actual backstory, Leslie, this is a stunning and strongly compelling piece of work.

[ame]

For me, this poem reflects the mood of a cold and lonely day in January, depicting separation and detachment, from self, the world, our surroundings, and our own past. Only winter can conjure a sense of that crisp focus. Vulnerable beings we are within an unfriendly universe, and yet the sorrow comes as consolation. We still feel pain.

[Trixolomanea]

Wow, this poem really caught me off guard! I like the way you express yourself, the way you describe... it triggered the same feelings in me while reading it.

Very nice piece, well done! :)

[Eric Cox]

Excellent piece. Well penned descriptions. Nicely done.

[Ruth]

In awe!!!
The final lines - blew me away! :) This is perfection, made me reel xoxo

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

To me this seems like a poem about aging. As if the attic is your heart and mind, and the winter is age. I'm led this way by the references of winter that you do so beautifully, and the lines "a terrible desire
is born to stop all clocks,a victim of time and snow,". I love your work.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Scary work..Interesting..

[seaNobody]

so much texture, and sensation. I can feel the cold, and see the glass--throughout the poem! you really have brought me an experience that good poetry is able to bring. Stepping into the poem, and not wanting to leave!

[Wondering Mind]

Poetry at its best, in my humble opinion. Your expression is outstanding. Those last two lines are something that I wish I had written.

[Droll Prole]

Another really great piece of poetry. You manage to capture so much with so few words.