Hi all, my apologies for not letting you know beforehand. I left today for vacation and most likely will not be back until Sunday. I may post some writing that I do on the trip once I get back, but I will not be posting again until then. Thanks everybody for reading and sticking with me!
Tag Archives: Winter
Still Cold Amidst The Fires
Have you ever felt that bone-chilling cold? That cold that not only chills your body but your mind, your heart, and even your soul? Light a fire just to keep warm. You’ll just end up burning the house down. The firefighters picking through the burnt and smoldering wreckage of what was once a home only to find you there, sitting on an ashen sofa, turned from flesh and bone to ice. So cold to the touch it spreads.
Frostbite
So cold
Freezing, even
I can put on a blanket but…
It won’t help
This frigid mood that overtakes
Turns to ice even the largest lakes
Can’t feel my fingers
Can’t feel my toes
Only the stinging, piercing cold that knows
I hold this in
And freeze within
Look behind my eyes and see the snow.
Playing in the Snow
Good morning, everybody! Another wonderful day filled with cold. Good luck to everyone–I hope no one loses power today. I have another little poem today that’s in the spirit of an icy snow day.
Ice man
these fallen timbers
sum of somber shivers
it is very cold out today
almost makes you want to wish the snow away
silent snow, nothing to say
these cobbled stones
amid avian tones
clocktower. clocktowers. in the distance
ticking. tocking. across the expanse
something, somewhere has put you in a trance
how frigid the sights
how tasteful the noise
something in the rearview bites
acting with spectral poise
hungry for more
but oh so sore
play that fiddle boy
but careful now, that’s no toy
you best hope to bring me joy
Feb 3rd, 2022
Well, today’s my first post. Weird to me to be actually posting these somewhere. I wrote this one this morning while I watched the cold overtaking the street outside.
Nightmares
streetlights hang over freshly fallen snow
it’s quiet, so quiet…
crystal falls, no seeds to sow
there’s something there, can you spy it?
fields of ice and billows of cold
as birds go south
searching for some hand to hold
finding naught but downturned mouth
lying there, asleep at night
frigid, freezing
dreaming, discouraged, with all your might
something seen, not so pleasing
frozen branches
play with windows
missing tranches
and biting wind winnows
legions of little limpid structures
covered street and hiding stone
slipping and sliding at all the junctures
spied through the window, all alone
Poems by Sam 