John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

Empty Branches!?

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The beginning of winter

The winters hold....

Empty branches

Emptier hands

Living but dying

Without any plans

Breathing; beating....

Seeing

The best that you can?!

Seeing 

Being

This barren land....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The midst of winter

Your growing old

Drying rivers....

Drier eyes

Another day closer

To the end, of your time!?

Time

Closer....

To the cold, inside

The dead of winter

The death of a life

The death in a world

That is dying; they cry....

Gray is gray

Cold is cold

The end of winter

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The winters, toll?!






Note: A retro repose from the
Winter of 06 & 07, I believe?
"'Love,' Always," John!:) ~

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Jennifer Arnott November 29, 2010 at 8:24 AM enjoyed your poems, and a very big thank you for your touching comments :)

Sharon Ruebel November 26, 2010 at 9:29 AM WOW! As Always, Shar

Michelle Mac Donald November 25, 2010 at 11:05 AM Good day John! Ohh, I read this before and it made me feel very sad. I don't think branches are ever empty? There may even be angels sitting on them, that one cannot detect at a glance. This will be your Thanksgiving weekend, a time for pleasantries and gratitude. Carpe Diem to you also, John!! God's love and blessings to you and yours!! Love to you, Mikki

Dr.Ram Mehta November 24, 2010 at 4:26 PM Happy thanksgiving day, John

Diane Christian November 23, 2010 at 11:28 PM hiya john so wonderful to hear from you and to see you her on soup its been a while, and what a wonderful wonderful blessing for your your kind comments, and your work is also good I love reading your poems, me james and leanne are fine thank you. I will soup mail you.

Doris Culverhouse November 23, 2010 at 7:22 PM Hey Joy John, hope you have an outstanding Thanksgiving....thank you for making mine brighter with your comments. Keep the joy shining.

Charlotte Puddifoot November 23, 2010 at 3:46 AM this reader feels the words on the stark bleakness of your winter...

Anna-Marie Docherty November 23, 2010 at 12:04 AM A wonderful write John! Good rhythm and general structure throughout which carries you through at good pace in what could otherwise be a very dreary subject. Top write! Kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie.

Audrey Haick November 22, 2010 at 9:02 PM I've often heard that when we're at our lowest, our Father carries us in his arms. I pray that you are at peace once more. It seems that lately hearts have been rather heavy dealing with struggles of all sorts. Yet, in those times we pray and gain hope and strength from His Words, one that gives me strength goes something like this, 'sadness may last for the night but joy comes in the morning', John. May His peace be with you always. Thanks for leaving comments for me. Love, Audrey

Dr Hitendra Mehta November 22, 2010 at 1:46 PM John.... cold of winter compared almost to cold body while dead... winter causing hardship........ nice weaving of words......... thnx for visiting my poem "He is ever welcome...." and leaving nice comments. Yes, knowing different cultures is interesting. Thnxs for picking up "atitithi devo bhava" sanskrit phrase ... Luv/Best wishes.....Hitendra Mehta

Ravindra K Kapoor November 22, 2010 at 11:15 AM I am taking this as a fav. One of mine and thanks a lot for your unique and most precious comments on my Poem ' Pleasures of Moving on the Moon' Love and best wishes always......Ravindra.....John Rhinem.

Ravindra K Kapoor November 22, 2010 at 11:13 AM Means ' When the feelings of happiness or sadness inside our heart surpasses all limits, then tears start rolling from the eyes. This Song is a very popular song sung by Talat Mahmood (a famous Hindi singer of 50-60's) somewhere around 1955. However we should remember one thing, that after every hard and tough winter or night, one always find the warmth of summer or the glimmer of morning Sun…continue …Ravindra

Ravindra K Kapoor November 22, 2010 at 11:13 AM This Poem is more than beautiful. The flow of heart touching words coming like a mountain brook beautiful, cold, sad but full of hard realities of life. While reading your Poem I remembered one old Hindi Song ' Hai Subse Madhur Wo Geet Ginehey Hum Durd Ke Swar Mai Gate Hai' Means Our Sweetest Songs are those, which we sing in our sadest tones. The second line is more beautiful, 'Jub Hud Se Guzar Jati Hai Khushi, Aansoo Bhi Chalakte Aate Hia',Continue in next....Ravindra

C.C Bloomsfield November 22, 2010 at 10:37 AM i wish you. Not i wish,hehe.sorry for the typo :)

C.C Bloomsfield November 22, 2010 at 10:35 AM :( This is sad,it must have been a rough time for you. .and hope you're not feeling the same as back then. .I wish many summers full of sunshine and many springs full of flowers. Many autums full of gold leaves and many winters full of 'christmases',smile dear friend :)and thanks for your kind comments. .about my humble words.

Tahera Mannan November 21, 2010 at 8:46 PM I love the perfect flow of this poetry similiar to a river. Thanks a heaps john for such lovely comments. God Bless.

Andrea Dietrich November 21, 2010 at 1:48 PM Dreary forcast, john. For me, it means the winter is gong to be interminable until death takes us. Did I read it correctly? The dryness, the barrenness! Good writing, john. I really liked the short lines too,making it very enjoyable to read. Luv, Andrea

Poet Destroyer A November 18, 2010 at 1:43 PM a soothing thought of winter John,, enjoyed your write ,..p.d.

Carolyn Devonshire November 18, 2010 at 1:16 PM The winter of '06-'07 must have been a bleak one for you, dear friend. I hope you are in brighter spirits now and preparing to have a great holiday season. Winter's cold air and gray skies can take their toll on us both physically and spiritually. There is so much pain in this sad poem. Love, Carolyn