Poem -
Winter Red
The grey slabs are partially dry,
A lighter shade of grey.
In the dark, beneath the heavy water,
They are black.
In the shadow of the dying trees and hedge,
They are brown and green.
On a cold day
They are white, painful to touch.
My teeth leave a gentle engraving,
A collection of yellow enamel.
And my finger nails stain the concrete,
In winter red.
A bitterly cold slab on a lonely day,
Many a lonely day.
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Comments
'Who Knows What Tomorrow Brings.' Wonderful Poetry. 🩵
Thank you jp.
Lots of anguish here. This is more than meets the eye. Much more.
Excellent write, Nine Eleven. B
Thank you B, there is much more, as with all of us, our poetry is like the tip of an iceberg. X
Vivid! Vivid imagery indeed. Another fabulous poem from you. I am so glad I have got yo read your work. I really do look forward to reading more from you x
Thank you so much Christina, I'm glad you like my work, it means so much to me and gives me the confidence to really push the boundaries. X
A pretty bleak view of life in the grave (as winter can feel) but yes, I hesitate to say "I dig it", but I do. I can only hope my hypothesis proofs to be true and I get my ten more lives with my wife🤣 good one after some thought
Perhaps it's a grave, it does make sense to be a cemetery, as I read it back to myself I'm conflicted as to it's meaning, I think it's one of those poems that mean different things to different people, thanks for your comment.
Aye, I know that sensation, good poetry will run away with your intentions and grow different meanings whete it can. That is why I love poetry😇
You really have captured ... 'it'..
the most desolate feeling in the world.
I love how you use slabs of different colours to amplify the mood...an absolute cracker NE x
The slabs are the building blocks to my life, stagnant within the many seasons of nature, to weak to build on.
Thank you Marion x
Hi Nine Eleven,
Lugubriousness personified. Powerful write, inspiring this haiku from me.
A cold Winter day
Blackens my sad Souls spirits
Depths of despair
Peace and love,
Larry
Thank you Larry, I'm glad I inspired you, great haiku.
There is something about a splash of red on an otherwise stark white canvas, page, photograph, or painting .. it stands out, cries out and needs to be written about .. Nicely poemed Nine Eleven .. Neville
Thank you Neville, the red is in my head, stained from the blood of past lives.