Always something amiss
blue frost sweeping the edge
of a hard north wind
An open wound
Festers in the flutter of consciousness
a patient soul smothered in dark ashes
Slumbering in discontent sleep
On a path spanned
by the assault of seasons
time dated by carbon
On a trail of jagged footprints
a tortured traveler
Sets afoot
in a field of solitude amongst
allotments lined with marble markers
the words now fade to charcoal
That marked the haunted plains
sprinkled over with gold and crimson
discarded leaves drift between spaces
as time unwraps the tragedy
where one day the flowers
will fold their sorrowful blooms
in sweet surrender
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
Thanks John. Happy New Year!
You are very graciously welcome.
What a beautiful poem, Lana, but stark too, with a sense of hopelessness. I love your writing. <3
Awe, thanks Diana. You can usually count on me to cheer you up, LOL. I love your beautiful writing also. You create the most phenomenal fantasy worlds! xoxo
hope for a new Spring but enjoy the walk on a snowy day with someone that you like sharing a walk with. 🙂
I thing Spring is right around the corner. It actually hasn’t been that bad here, lol. I share my walks with a shaggy Border Collie. He has skin allergies right now so I have to spend part of my walk time searching for dog vitamins. 😀
oh to be further south than where I am. a new Spring seems so very far away right now. oh well. chin up. 🙂
You too, Jim. We’ll get there and you will be outdoors in your wonderful garden soon!
Beautiful
Thank you!
Beautiful!
Thanks Jennie. I hope your new year is off to a great start!
You are welcome, and life is busy but good!
I get a sense of overwhelming sadness and dismay as you trudge through the cemetery in winter. Although some of it could be my dog walk through deep snow this morning… I walked in my husband’s slipstream, stepping where he stepped. “On a trail of jagged footprints / a tortured traveler / Sets afoot / (braving) the edge /of a hard north wind.” Hope things brighten up in your little corner of the world, Lana. XXX, JustJoan
Lots of dismay in this cold, winter poem. Sometimes the “I” is me and sometimes the “I” is someone else that I imagine. In this case, it is a mixture of both. I’m so not a winter person perhaps because my sun sign is Leo. I also like orange, but I don’t know if that means anything or not, LOL. It’s a bit ridiculous as I live in a place where we really don’t have winter compared with the rest of the country. It can get really bitter, cold, icy, etc., but usually only last about 3 days or so, then we might have a week or more of “spring” until the next cold front blows in. Careful walking in the slushy snow.
You captured the darkness of winter and evoked a real sadness. Thankfully the sun is out here today but it is not that cold or I would be feeling down! I am ready for spring already. I friend who lives south of San Antonio posted photos of bluebonnets beginning to come up near him. Maybe the wildflowers will be abundant this year.
Oh wow, bluebonnets already! Those are so beautiful, those big open fields of bluebonnets. I had being without sun 3 or 4 days in a row, like you, I really need it. I hope it is a spectacular year for wildflowers!
Winter has gently unfolded itself here, snowdrops and some hardy daffodils have made an early appearance…your title caught my imagination and your words evoked a sweet sadness…a lovely poem to read on a winter’s morn!
Hi Kim, and thank you. These gray days somtimes bring sadness skirting the edge of the next spectacular sunrise. Thank you for stopping by and reading my winter poem.
So lovely, Lana. Beautifully written poem. I enjoyed it! ♥️
Thank you, Iris. I think you are having summer now in your part of the world. I hope you are enjoying warmth and beautiful sunsets!
Yes Lana, nature never ceases to amaze me! Have a great day! 😃
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L.T. GArvin, expressing the essence of winter for me:
Thanks Frederick for the reblog!