Winter

Winter

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Bare trees standing stark

Against the sky lifting

Thin, imploring arms

To the cold gray clouds

© 2016 ...


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The muted silence of winter often speaks the loudest melancholy. The stark imagery strikes like a stone against heart. So beautifully sad.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Thank you, Linda Marie, for all your kind words
Ahan. Seemed, you remind your winter time badly in mind & well pour it down in words. I love winter not because ladies keep my body warm in the same blanket but... me either sat 'em all up on alight. Their walk in the fog, love - a smoke, intoxication their nights, & me in them doped. RRAAAHH!! But you display the beauty of nature here around not... about the pleasure of warmth. Quite interesting. Short. Simple. Systematic & very industrious poetry. !

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Thank you, dear poet. I like your take on this :)
Adam Adams

8 Years Ago

Am sure, u even like & love my everything on u, Mrs. Lol
Seems prayers and reaching aren't limited doesn't it?

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Kiss your cheek...
The image is perfectly clear to me. Nice.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Thank you, Relic :)
very interesting, Lynn. it could be taken literally and it will then present a beautiful tableau of gloomy weather with bare-limbed trees reaching out to the grey sky. (how am I doing so far?)

or the trees are actually people (starving? thin arms. I've seen pictures of little African children. heart-wrenching), reaching out to a black-hearted (grey?) rich man. or possibly to a non existent God.
am I talking out of my.. ehm.. you know.

whichever is the case, this is brilliant as usual.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Thank you so much my sweet friend :) It is about the vulnerability of being human, but, whatever the.. read more
You write with such presence and depth. We are often trees reaching for the grey clouds of winter

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

yes we are...thank you so much :)
WittyWonka

8 Years Ago

You are welcome. :)
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Gee
Blimey,this reminds me of a poem of mine called,"Jack's cold nose" parts are so similar,although it took me many more words to say what you have managed in so few.So,of course I really like this Lynn.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Hello Gee :) Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. I shall be by to see you s.. read more
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dan
A greatly employed metaphor...trees having arms; stark, cold grey clouds. I know you live in Ohio; we live in Indiana, PA...not that far from the Ohio border. Not sure what your winter has been like but ours has seemed like spring most of the time span. But never mind that - - - your depiction of winter is spot on. Very well done! take care...dan

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8 Years Ago

Winter is actually a metaphor here, Dan. The coldness of living, sometimes, our human nakedness, vul.. read more
dan

8 Years Ago

Interesting meaning lynn. Now it seems so much clearer. Thank you. take care...dan
I see an Ansel Adams like picture, with both depth and clarity.
Nice write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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8 Years Ago

Thank you, dear poet :)
I like it. A short piece, but full of meaning. I can see the bare limbs reaching. I never thought of them that way before.e

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8 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by, dear poet :)

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