Winter glass

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Winter glass

is yellowed with old sun

mottled by bird claws

resembling stained relief

a mustard bath

enclosing grief

fields are reaped clear

left to darken

shaken fallow

like wands of sadness

where once they were bright

alive with mice and voles

claiming their hidden kingdom

ears of corn straining upward

unfolding as sun shines

we forget to wipe windows clear

when clouds descend and rivers

freeze

closing off air

closing off movement

we retire in our woolen worlds

tucking our chins against brutal cold

like robins closing their red breasts

and the light that gets in

is tainted

like long left cigarette

stains thumb and forefinger

betraying a little of the smokers emotion

as she holds it

sparking in darkness

inhaling her grief

like swallowing words

goes unseen

beneath the ice of defeat

(ll.)

we who clamor without tongues

who fill our mouths with knowledge

no one is there to listen

we who close our doors at night

to the sound of hibernation

keeping out those who would

tear us from rigid postures

make scarecrows in blizzards

of our rags and scoured bones

for who knows?

how another feels behind walls

or how it feels to be touched by

dirty light letting in the reminder

we are but fields of yellow

turning brown and beginning once more

each time a little less steady

in our long walk

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32 thoughts on “Winter glass

  1. The visuals in your poem haunt me in a good way.

    After reading your poem I felt a sense of loneliness, depression, or the existence of everything that we are feeling in our planet.

    What I’ve always loved of your work from the beginning, is you hold nothing back and you let us the readers have it. Gosh! I am so lucky you are my sister. I love you so much! πŸ™‚ ❀

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    1. i wish i could read your twitter but i sort of hate twitter aside your twitter which is hilarious and brilliant can you give me your handle again so i can at least read it once in a while? ps thank you sweetheart you are the most lovely and such a good muse – i hope you read that poem i wrote a few days ago about you xo

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