(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...
Somehow I didn't read an ending here. In any case are not all endings only beginnings to something more?
ReplyDeleteWords are whatever we wish them to be.(Hugs)Indigo
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...
ReplyDeleteVery well said. I got a chill. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm ready for winter, You captured it well....
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