Winter's Mercy

Winter’s Mercy

 

Corks lay strewn about

As hardwood floors; now creak

Blanketed by the burdens

Left is his wake

 

The gentle November sunlight

Loiters

Descending from dark clouds above

Falling, resting against faded yellow blinds

 

Picture frames, now refuge for memories lost

Absorb sparse rays of light

Their somber, bitter glow

Trapped in aged metallic frame

 

His tired eyes stumble

 Shaking hands reach for the blinds

Moonlight, falls gently

Upon his chest.

The Torah’s greeting

Making acquaintance

Reviews

[1Disawsum]

great poem, ending; somber and yet sweet and graceful. Love the tranquility, sounds like the drunken person(?) is accepting of his place. Great imagery and flow as well, structure was great. This is an amazing poem to read. Well done, very well penned.

[Shannon April Alice]

oh i might love this one best. the Torah's greeting Making acquaintance. lovely.

[Matching Socks]

Good imagery, good flow. I really enjoyed this one too.
Excellent poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful visions and thoughts create by the poem. I like the way you use the language. Give the reader enough to hold their attention. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Marshall]

Yes, I like this poem.Maybe a two technicalities that need addressing. is/his verse 1 and again last verse 'his' ( whose?) other than nit-picking those small oblique interpretations, the sound, feel an sense of winter does feel like its getting a hearing.
The piece-de-resistance is the Tora making its acquaintance on the old man. The personification of the weather pattern and the change blend beautifully. The assonance in the reading is just so nice and subtle.
Great job. I love it. I hope you always write like this. Thanks for sharing.
Marshall