Friday, November 20, 2009

Verse: Caution

(NB: The writer acknowledges there is a finality in the ending. He doesn't know how many times he's thought, 'well, that's the last one' over the past two years. So the odds are good there might be one more. One never knows. Only the muses, and they aren't saying...)

There is winter
in this verse
it settled in
like dust

And I can't tell
the words I should
crucify from the ones
I can trust

There is winter
in this verse
and its teeth are
sharp as frost

It is not one
to play favorites
it does not care
what I have lost

There is winter
in this verse
and it will not
be ignored

It is howling
like a feral child
outside of
your darkened door

There is winter
in this verse
and it accumulates
like snow

it was a long
time coming and
it is reluctant
to go

There is winter
in this verse
and its intent
is dark and cold

And now I am
purged of it
with no stories left
to be told...

4 comments:

  1. Somehow I didn't read an ending here. In any case are not all endings only beginnings to something more?

    Words are whatever we wish them to be.(Hugs)Indigo

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  2. It's the notion that, when I'm done, I always think, 'that's the last one'. Thus, no stories left to be told. You are always welcome to suggest a topic. I work well that way...

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  3. I'm ready for winter, You captured it well....

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