warms my heart to read this...haha...love the metaphor here! It's very clever; and wisdom to heed. Too often we go out prepared for cold weather, not realizing we left our hearts...vulnerable to the frost. Gives me shivers.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
thank you for your insightful words, your responses are so poetic, Roma.
better than the poem.. read morethank you for your insightful words, your responses are so poetic, Roma.
better than the poems themselves.
55 degrees when I woke up and cut on the space heater. Recalling just how egoistical April was
for tempting us with 55 degrees. But I understand. Love takes time to warm up to any
sympatholytic reasoning. Often times showing up like the cold on a spring day, or the warmth
on a November afternoon. the analogy here is both radical and symmetrical, but I love it......dana
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
as usual, your insightful, poetic replies are better than the poems themselves....thank you, dana..... read moreas usual, your insightful, poetic replies are better than the poems themselves....thank you, dana...
we lose so many of the veterans here at WC...so glad that you have stuck around...
j.
9 Years Ago
I guess people choose another way to express themselves Jacob..I still find a great joy in seeingread moreI guess people choose another way to express themselves Jacob..I still find a great joy in seeing
what others have to say and express.......dana
'The eyes wander.' That seems to be the first hint that the air in the heart is becoming colder. I like your metaphors here, they signify a shaky start to me. Perhaps a womanizer is involved or just boredom has seeped in. Either way, the way a foundation is built means a lot.
There is a twinkle of silver in the gray days...I always hear it in your words ....feel it ...even when your mood is damp or regretful.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, often what i write isn't autobiographical...and if it is, often from.. read morethank you for your kind review, often what i write isn't autobiographical...and if it is, often from the past...i am usually in a pretty consistent mood...just enjoying life and getting the chance to do this writing thing.
A love or a passion that burns hot burns out far too quickly to keep you warm when the cold, harsh winter hits. Beautiful writing, evoking imagery that changes with the seasons.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..