Cold iron handle felt for in the dark,
Held and pulled up quickly.
Loud creak and shudder:
There is no gentle way to start the day inside
While being outdoors.
The glass is glazed twice over,
Functioning, but the light wood frame
Holds and does not protect.
The wind makes its way
Through the cracks the light sees,
Blind as ever to its potency,
Wretchedly howls and
Like needles that spread to thread then to clothe.
Another barrier of iron and wood to push out:
Afraid to be exposed;
An elemental fear.
It bangs the sides of the home –
Clang and clatter with echoing treble.
Quieter, that now enveloped in it all.
Fresh white snow tickling the nostrils.
Lips pursed to keep in the cuss,
To resemble strength,
To help steady breath.
Eyes water heedlessly
Scanning the abrupt horizon for life –
The grey fog clears to join its boundaries
Being chased away by light
That protects with a rainbow dagger.
‘Tis time to venture out.
Random word chosen (suggested) but image from personal collection: Image search.
Yes. Very true description of a cold night.
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Thank you.
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The beauty of the mountains…I’ve always wanted to spend a winter in and old fashion cabin up the mountains…someday, someday… 🙂
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I would take indoors any day during the cold, no venturing out for me 😉 . I love your prose-like style of poetry, it just clicks 🙂
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🙂 I go out only if the sun’s out too! Thank you for your kind words – very motivating!
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“The wind makes it way
Through the cracks the light sees –
Blind as ever to its potency.”
I love these lines because it made me think of photography with light seeping in ever so beautifully. Really enjoyed the poem
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Thank you so much for the comment. I appreciate it. You know I had exactly the same picture in my mind when I wrote those lines. I am so happy that I could transfer that to you with the choice of my words. *feeling ecstatic*
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Impressive! You definitely have a way with words. I especially like the line ” Being chased away by light That protects with a rainbow dagger.” A very interesting way to use the word “rainbow.”
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Thank you. I am learning new ways of expressing myself. Not easy but it makes it worth while when I get thoughtful comments such as yours. Funnily enough I didn’t think of the rain-bow dagger connection in those terms. I was inspired by my photograph where the rainbow looks like it’s piercing through the ground. I am surprised by where the poem took me! 🙂 Really cool to have you point it out.
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You’re welcome!
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I am feeling the cold!
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🙂 Good!
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Great post! Love your descriptive words and the beauty of your mountains. But I will say I do not envy you and the COLD!
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Haha! Thanks. It’s not so cold in the flatlands where I live but yep up in the mountains it gets pretty chilly.
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