A White Death

Outside

A thin white blanket

Lays upon the ground

Like the ones

A coroner uses.

Hiding

The truth

From those.

Who don't wish

To see

The stark reality

Of life.

In

All of its

Gory details.

As people huddle

In small groups

Trying to keep warm

Muttering prayers

To their various deities

For relief.

Reducing everything

Into a number code

Numbing themselves

To the fact

They must face.

Knowing

None is

Coming.

Any time

Soon.

Author's Note

Might have a white New Year, when Christmas was green.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

I really feel connected to this writing.

I wont go into the fluidity of it because I have commented on several of your wrtings how your words have the tendency to follow one another musically speaking. But my metaphorical and pictorial representation of the writing made it into my own story.

The veil that is infron of all of us that hides not only the truth but more. Some indeed are so oblivious to their surroundings it is as if they did not want to open up. All the individualities groupped in fractions to make themselves more real. Quantizing emotions to be represented virtually.

Salvation?

Nowhere to be seen.

Deaden is this scene.

Thank You.

[therisa]

Especially, when the wind chill reads, in the -20somethings, Rene. Like today's reading calls for, a wind chill value of -31 C. Just another balmy day, in paradise.

[R Smith]

really interesting poem, almost thinking it was about snow till it turned into a murder scene and rounded off as the believers waiting for their messiah to come down from heaven, as one story its an intriguing mystery of life and longing, absolutely brilliant Therisa, gets the brain to actually wake up and think, thanks for that :)

[therisa]

Thank you, Richard. Just realized, last night, what I was writing about, in this poem, a sudden blast of winter, after an unexpected hiatus. Guess, you can call it, a very long metaphor, why I dislike winter, in southern Ontario.

[ANTO]

Therisa could I offer a suggestion on this one ?
Its just the line 'To their various God/dess (s/es)'
how about 'To their various deities' ? just a thought dear heart

Its a stark write befitting the subject matter and well put together.

[therisa]

It does read smoother, with your suggestion, Anto. Thanks. Just realize, I don't know, what I was writing about, with this poem, now. Sheesh.

[ANTO]

your very welcome T - :)