Winter is for Warmth

A poem...

A trail of smoke from the end,

-of my cigarette.

The silhouette of a ribbon,

it gently spins in the wind.

 

I’m contemplating,

-the state of my mind.

Its wishful wandering,

-to places I’ll never find.

 

Am I meant to fade away like this trail,

-of shifting, silver smoke?

Provoked by the tales of those,

-whose lives have truly spoke.

Not faded into a whisper.

A diminished discourse of warmth in winter.

 

Before it hits the ground,

-bound to melt.

A frantic, flurry of fleeting sounds,

-thought, but barely felt.

 

Praying that to your open lips,

-I’ll find my way.

Your eyes closed, tongue out,

-ready to accept what I say.

 

Winters are colder, when you’re alone.

I wonder if I sit by the fire,

-to stay warm at home.

Or to warm the fading desire,

-sinking like a cast stone.

That didn’t skip.

Like a kiss that never found your lips.

 

Winter is for warmth,

-to pull us closer together.

Away from the freezing weather,

-of our lonely souls.

To gather around hot bowls,

-of homemade soup.

Cups of hot chocolate.

Because we know that if we’re close,

-we can stop it.

The cold from creeping in.

Winter’s not the end,

It’s the beginning of time with friends.

And lovers.

Curled up beneath blankets,

           -no need for others.

 

Without that, you’re bound to choke,

-on your own tears.

Another year, watching the smoke,

Alone.

Another empty winter,

          -in another empty home.

Author's Note

The moral of this story? Curl up next to someone with a cup of coffee on the couch and watch A Christmas Story this winter. Only then can you ignore the blizzard outside ^^

Reviews

[Meallea Pomorette]

Please... make the font size bigger... I have trouble reading it because of my poor eye sight...

But anyway, it's a nice poem... the flow is alright...

Some of my favorite lines:
"Its wishful wandering,
-to places I’ll never find."
... can relate to this one...

"Like a kiss that never found your lips."
... there's sad meaning to it...

"To gather around hot bowls,
-of homemade soup.
Cups of hot chocolate."
... this reminds me of home...

"Winter’s not the end,
It’s the beginning of time with friends.
And lovers.
Curled up beneath blankets,
-no need for others."
... it's really true...

"Without that, you’re bound to choke,
-on your own tears."
... I totally agree...

Nice poem...

[Southern Cross]

Burrr..this made a Miami girl chill. So sad but so true and you can be in the cold in 83* too..Winter can be summer and summer winter.. all in the mind. I liked the imagery ,the sexiness of it ..the flow of the words just the sadness I didn't like :(

[MachinaWriter]

I was going to end it on a happy note, but it ended up like this lol Lonely winters suck. Ha, a sexy flow. Never heard it described that way xD

[Southern Cross]

Oh words can be the sexiest of the sexy just depends who's saying them.

[MachinaWriter]

I agree, 110%