April 03, 2012
I'm glad it's raining today. Gives me a good reason NOT to go out. This next poem was written about four years ago. Did some rewrites on it. The thing I did receive from the one semester of creative writing was a clearer eye... ability to edit myself. Thanks, OCU.
I’m as
deep as winter snow,
a cold, frosty
dream
within a
bitter sleep.
My fields
are barren now,
no flowers
bloom along my cheek,
the sky an
even duller gray
and very
sad to say
I don’t
remember summer
in my heart.
Crow
shadows haunt my path, these days.
Dark
thoughts carried in black beaks.
Whistling
up the graveyard’ skirt,
a chilly
kiss which lingers on the lips
like
yesterday.
I miss the
sun, warm winds,
the sound
of young girls
jogging across the park,
I long to
hear a dog bark.
I miss the
rustling of sparrow
wings along
the windowsill
and, yes,
still, I think of you.—rrw 12-20-08
(rewritten
on 4-3-12)
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