ghosts goodbyes and shadows
suffocating
where even the limbs of our silver birch
sigh with grief and wave weak
in their doldrum sorrow
insipid is the winter garden
drear in despondent gloom
January a month without mirrors
can’t end too cursing soon
in hibernation
don’t find me they say
for the love of the Lord
don’t look at yourself
even your own skin
is a sickly shade of grey
a countdown to days ahead
where those beds where the bulbs rest
will bring signs of life
wait for the first snowdrops to appear
or crocus in golden clumps bid hello
as the most wicked month in the
calendar year retreats
while I cheer with my hearts drum beat
This is really gorgeous with its rhythm and alliteration. I love the descriptions as well. It seems all the cheer is reserved for the ushering in of the cold season, but then there's none left for the rest of it. We're all a little gray for those months - which leads me to really identify with the fourth stanza. Seeing myself in the mirror during those months, with their draftiness and dampness is really depressing. I love how the poem ends with the thought of snow, and how that at least gives us something. January being just a cold barren emptiness between the holiday season and snow season.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
Thank you so much for your very thoughtful review. I appreciate you stopping by to share JPH. .. read moreThank you so much for your very thoughtful review. I appreciate you stopping by to share JPH.
You are very talented and resilient in the face of calamities, adversaties. There are better day ahead to look forward to, better months. A very impacting poem. Let us, if you can, look for those signs of life all around. Best of luck in the New Year.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
Thank you for an uplifting review Sami. Looking for better days ahead. I am particularly fond of the.. read moreThank you for an uplifting review Sami. Looking for better days ahead. I am particularly fond of the spring. The season of rebirth.
your title what hunted me first, reminded me with a tribute for a friend I wrote years back when he passed on February.
The weight on your heart is unbearable, the pain is extreme, and your poem moves us with that powerfully, effulgently, a masterpiece of sorrow, loss, dullness and gloominess... the more perfect about the poem that the reader will love it though it is about something unpleasant. that's how your superior pen works.
May peace settle in your heart dear Chris, and February comes with gentle blooming grace 🤍
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
Thank you dear lightsong. Too many sad anniversaries close together of my dearly departed. The mood .. read moreThank you dear lightsong. Too many sad anniversaries close together of my dearly departed. The mood is heavy. It always is at this time of year. February though is on the cusp of spring which is my favorite time of year. I can take the bad with the good, all that life deals out. Resilience I get from my mother:)
Here in Michigan. February can be worst than January in Michigan. I need late March. Hello dear Chris and I am yearning for Spring too. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
January is the killer month for me. Too many sad anniversaries close together. February is on the cu.. read moreJanuary is the killer month for me. Too many sad anniversaries close together. February is on the cusp of spring. Thank you Coyote. I appreciate you.
Chris
1 Year Ago
Been a easy Winter, so far in Michigan. I hope Winter skip Michigan. You are welcome dear Chris. read moreBeen a easy Winter, so far in Michigan. I hope Winter skip Michigan. You are welcome dear Chris.
I am sure this coming month will have to be better....
January can be wicked for many reasons...sad and scary and insensitive.
we will get through it.
I just know we can.
j.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
Thank you J. Yes my friend we will get through it whatever. Thank you for your understanding. .. read moreThank you J. Yes my friend we will get through it whatever. Thank you for your understanding.
It's true January has little to recommend it, as you make clear with your imagery (I hope my skin is not yet "a sickly shade of grey."). My own experience, however, is that February, the dead of winter, is the real killer. When I was a mental health prescreener, my unit got more crisis calls then than in any other month except August, "the dog days." Unending cold or humidity both make people howl at the moon.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you John. February being my birthday month and also being on the cusp of spring is lighter for.. read moreThank you John. February being my birthday month and also being on the cusp of spring is lighter for me. January though …all I can say is yuk :)
From the month of despair, the hope of February :) ...an elegant write.
Ah yes, Blue Monday, Jan 16th, 9 days away ... but I ask myself, how does one celebrate? What gifts are appropriate? Is it a paid Holiday? haha
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
Blue Monday eh? That sounds like a bucket of laughs:)) Roll on February and thank you JD for checkin.. read moreBlue Monday eh? That sounds like a bucket of laughs:)) Roll on February and thank you JD for checking in.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..