Winter's Warmth

Winter's Warmth

A Poem by Art Freeman

I remember the day of winter's warmth.
When summer's lonely chill had been long forgotten.
When we were both made to feel
How stone cold hearts softly soften.



I remember how often I felt
Two awkwardly shaped snowflakes
Melt over a bed of the darkest chocolate;
Covered with a touch of the softest cotton.



I remember how our insides laid there
Opposite, silent;
Watching eyes bright and vibrant.



Watching the constant process
Of silhouettes draped in satin.
Where damp sheets
Formed shapes and patterns.
From which forms
We too became moist and passionate.
Eager to learn new styles and fashions
To practice waking up in sweats and off balance.



Two very attractive attracting magnets,
Attached and matching habits.
Affirming actions with breathless panting.
Candid when asking questions unanswered;
Satisfied with answers spelled out with laughter.



Now, here, living a life left for the here after.
Now, no longer baffled by matters
That will later no longer matter.
Now, maybe just a little stifled
By actions that may affect us after.
But too enchanted and enamored
To give it second thought.



'Cause, what was can no longer be.
'Cause, what was, was the former me.
'Cause, your form has formed in me.
A form so formless.
See?
Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it’s me.



For it seems, because of thee,
I can no longer be
What they've previously seen of me.



For it seemingly seems to me,
Each steamy scene with thee
Leaves me snug and cozy
With a part of me, it seems,
Only you have seen.
Sticky and serene; quick to please.



And quite pleased at how well
Each tease teases me.
At how the sweltering heat
Has suddenly begun melting
The softest parts in me.
I even felt it thaw the heart
You gave in parts to me.



Startled, I thought,



How often do we get
To become a part of our dreams?

© 2010 Art Freeman


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Breath-taking. I loved this piece. The rhythm was such a compliment to the emotion. You really put forth a piece of talent. Something quite powerful. I am in awe over here. Hardly able to give the full expression of how this piece makes me feel. For once, I am choking on words.

Beautiful. Everything about it......beautiful. From the words, to the rhythm, to the format.....

Li

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Wow Wow Wow!!! I love the sensuality of this work! Moments captured and held in this make me want to find the one I love and wrap him up in passion like this!!

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I love this, Art, it's a great poem. Five stars.

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5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

I really don't even know how to give contructive feedback on this other than THIS IS AMAZING. JUST KEEP DOING THIS!!!!

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5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

I too liked the word play. I very much danced from line to line. And kept me rolling with it. The picture it paints is definite which I am a big fan of as well.

This stanza took the cake for me:

'Cause, what was can no longer be.
'Cause, what was, was the former me.
'Cause, your form has formed in me.
A form so formless.
See?
Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it�s me.

Very well done, sir. I am actually a little envious of this one. :)

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5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

Elegant and real. The use of so much wordplay, the assonance, the sprung rhythm and the use of the s's.The only small thing, I would refrain from the use of thee. It takes a poem out of the immediacy of the present moment and gives it an antiquated feel. Unless of course, that was what your were reaching for. In that case, I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.

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5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

beautiful ! my respect.
"'Cause, what was can no longer be.
'Cause, what was, was the former me.
'Cause, your form has formed in me.
A form so formless.
See?
Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it�s me. " words words.....accurate ! I am melting.....

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Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Breath-taking. I loved this piece. The rhythm was such a compliment to the emotion. You really put forth a piece of talent. Something quite powerful. I am in awe over here. Hardly able to give the full expression of how this piece makes me feel. For once, I am choking on words.

Beautiful. Everything about it......beautiful. From the words, to the rhythm, to the format.....

Li

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Posted 17 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

I just love this piece............such a sense of peace, over whelming love and well being........

'Cause, what was can no longer be.
'Cause, what was, was the former me.
'Cause, your form has formed in me.
A form so formless.
See?
Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it�s me.

A fave for me. Wonderful!


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Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Art, this is absolutely beautiful! It flows well. The words sunk quickly into my heart... mostly because this is exactly how my husband and I feel about each other...

'Cause, what was can no longer be.
'Cause, what was, was the former me.
'Cause, your form has formed in me.
A form so formless.
See?
Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it�s me.

For it seems, because of thee,
I can no longer be
What they've previously seen of me.

Thank you for sending this to me! Well done! =)

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4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

This pure poetry, I am really feeling the flow.

Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it�s me.

Excellent write!

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Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.


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