The Winter Room

The light sweeps the room with its bluish breath;
the dying of another day slips quietly
into the barren soil and the world sleeps
beneath the heavy lids of night

where bare branches scrape window panes
begging for a warmth they once knew,
and the air snaps in the wind of invisible flags
holding vigil above the dead earth.

The moon is frozen in the darkest of voids
while I armor myself in flannel and burrow
under turrets of down determined to
keep the hollowness from swallowing me.

I will not be dragged into a tundra of despair
even though its reach is long and deep.
My heart flutters like a dying moth
caught in the mesmerizing path of a flame.

I hum a haunting lullaby softly to ward off
the bleakness that seeps into my soul waiting
for dawn to untie the double-knotted doubts
that tie me tight to the winter room.

Reviews

[The Hampstead Poet]

This poem is such a tangible metaphor. For each person, it means a different thing, and it definitely meant something to me. You spin such a tapestry with words, and I've read quite a few of your poems. Keep writing, you have definite talent.

[icelandicblue]

I thank you for the compliment and the advice. It was kind of you to read this.

[The Hampstead Poet]

No, thank you! Your poetry is something beyond words. I'm new to the site, and you were one of the first poets I saw. Absolutely stunning! Thanks for commenting back.

[Enigma]

This was an eye opening poem. Extremely deep and crisply detailed. Weather is a powerful force in many ways.

I loved it nonetheless (:

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[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for your thoughts.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The weather can effect the human psyche, especially when it gets really cold... A wonderful poem.

[icelandicblue]

That is so true- the weather is powerful in so many arenas.

[icelandicblue]

Oh and thank you for reading and commenting.

[Blue Ivory]

This is quite an interesting poem. I have to tell you, this is not what I was expecting when I began reading. It is quite selfish what we do if looked at in this sense, although the act of sleeping in one's own bed is so simple! Enjoyable piece.

[icelandicblue]

It's the lack of sleep that's complex. Thanks for the read and the comment.

[Blue Ivory]

Lack of sleep is what got me to read your poem. I'm sure it can't be that bad :)

[LightforChrist]

This is such a beautiful piece of writing! The vivid imagery that is presented within every line creates a sort of hunger of suspense to see what might happen next. Great job and wonderful poem! :)

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for commenting. I appreciate it.

[costa siwale]

Exceptional piece of writing, absolutely invigorating, well done!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for your kind comment. ; )

[costa siwale]

With this kind of work, You deserve it

[Wallflower]

For me this is a metaphor for a deep sadness, a depression, and the isolation that comes with it. A sadness only those who live in the night experience, the ones who cannot sleep and who 'double-knotted' doubt that they can make it through another day.

Love this piece, its almost musical and i caught a chill just reading it!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment. ; )

[icelandicblue]

Beautiful. I love the sentence; "The world sleeps beneath the heavy lids of night" that makes this poem so magical for me... (entering the dreamworld) "double-knotted" perfectly said, into your roots, this poem took me, it took me as if I walked in a dark castle, (a dream?) (reality?) so captivating, your use of words, is flawless, and I am so happy I am back to read your artworks, fantastic piece...

- Elisa

[icelandicblue]

I have missed you. Thank you for that review. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality when I wrote it. I'm still not.

I've missed you too! :) I think then it's perfect!!! let it be how it is..... it's for sure, I have written a several pieces too from out of that state, it's fascinating our brain can get in such a place, like they "eye" of the storm, when it's zen-calm-pure nothingness.... from out of that I believe this came, and then it's art... loved it.

[Tom]

Like a bear slipping into hibernation mode it remains positive, despite the chilling winter ahead secure in the knowledge that with winter's departure, hope Springs eternal !

A poem filled with great pathos and stoicism ! Marvelous indeed !

[icelandicblue]

Pathos and stoicism, I like that. Thanks Tom.