Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Laden In White

thoughts
spiraling
like this snow
in the lash
of december's
bitter breath

downcast eyes
watching
the leaves
gathered
at your grave
laden in white
as they admit
defeat

i struggle
to breathe
in this air
as it kisses
back
with
death's lips

knocked
on my knees
oppressed
memories
waft
in the swells
of eyes
as i lay
a wreath
of emotions
by your side

i sidle
glancing back
as i leave
my only
christmas
spirit
behind

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Brenda Chiri January 9, 2020 at 1:13 PM Sandy congrats on a top win!;) Sandra Adams January 9, 2020 at 5:04 PM Thank you Brenda...i haven't had time to look yet...

Sam Kauffman January 9, 2020 at 1:05 PM Sandra, Congratulations on your win. I always think that even in the darkest part of winter, spring is always waiting in the wings. Sandra Adams January 9, 2020 at 5:03 PM Thank you so much Sam... winter can be dreary but spring is always something to look forward too... hugs

Beautiful Scars January 9, 2020 at 12:22 PM solitude at its best, congrats on a well deserved first place, we shared again! and I am honored x:-)-luloo Sandra Adams January 9, 2020 at 5:02 PM Thank you so much my sweet friend...i am the one that is honored...i haven't had much time to check the wins list lately... work has been crazy especially with the snowy weather... congrats to you too :) hugs

Ann Foster December 5, 2019 at 9:35 PM It will follow you. Christmas never gives up. Hugs. Pretty flowers ... all white roses... to your door...t o cheer you... on a white winter day... Ann Sandra Adams December 11, 2019 at 11:17 AM Thank you my sweet friend...hugs :)

Jeff Connelly December 5, 2019 at 9:32 AM Amazingly beautiful in its sadness Sandra. A true Christmas spirit. Thank you. Sandra Adams December 11, 2019 at 11:16 AM Thank you Jeff :)

Running Wolves December 5, 2019 at 5:20 AM This is so beautiful in its sadness. Everything about this is perfect. Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 9:18 AM thank you so much Robert :) hugs

Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2019 at 5:11 AM I read this and I think "this is what poetry should sound like" Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 9:09 AM wow...thank you Caren...what a wonderful comment :) hugs

Hello There December 4, 2019 at 11:08 PM Oh my gosh, this is absolutely stunning, Sandra. Powerfully emotive with amazing imagery!! Whew. A fav Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 9:07 AM Thank you so much my friend, especially for the fave...hugs

Peter W Iversen December 4, 2019 at 8:49 PM Very moving and a great read Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 9:07 AM Thank you so much Peter.... hugs

Gershon Wolf December 4, 2019 at 8:48 PM Powerful stuff. This is 'The Graveyard Scene.' Act 4, Scene 6... Shakespeare and Thornton Wilder are jealous. :) gw Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 9:06 AM Thank you so much...graves are much a part of Christmas these years... hugs

M. L. Kiser December 4, 2019 at 6:04 PM Well penned with feeling, kind of sad but, a good write. Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:52 PM Thank you M.L.... my muse does sad well... hugs

Na Na December 4, 2019 at 5:32 PM Hi Sandra. a piece thats painted in sorrow. Thanks for sharing this. Praying your Christmas is painted in love and admiration. Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:51 PM Thank you Greg...always some love in the holiday but you still can't help miss the ones gone...we used to have huge get togethers for the holiday... it's just me and my sister, my children and grandkids now...my brother, parents and all aunts and uncles are gone...we have cousins we see through the year but not over the holidays... hugs

Alexis Y. December 4, 2019 at 4:47 PM Sandra, This is so sad yet well written. You expressed a profound sadness very well. For some the holiday season is not a happy occasion. Have a good day my friend - Alexis Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:48 PM Thank you Alexis...i get into the holiday for my grandchildren and sometimes people less fortunate...maybe because it helps bring the spirit into my life...many family members are gone, i make wreaths myself as a way to give my parents a gift and feel like they are included in the festivities... enjoy your evening... hugs

John Hamilton December 4, 2019 at 4:32 PM Soo sad Sandy, but hey that's what you do...and you do it well. Enjoyed! Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:46 PM Thank you John... just feeling his loss a little stronger this time of year... his birthday is mid november, his date of death is this saturday and then of course the holiday... sad is what i know... hugs

Gordon Mcconnell December 4, 2019 at 2:52 PM Beautifully written though very sad write Sandy, these wintery months can drag down our spirits but fine light can lift is up again. Blessings and hugs,Gordon Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:45 PM Thank you Gordon...saturday will be the anniversary of my father's death and we have a couple more relatives not with us this year...i make wreaths for my parents graves kind of my way of including them in the holiday...you will always miss those gone for the holidays, their birthdays and remember their death dates... hugs

Vijay Pandit December 4, 2019 at 2:41 PM Gloomy weather can evoke gloom--but memories of the past have their own poignancy--so well written as always, Sandy. Your poem communicates your mood. You took a day off yesterday? Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:42 PM No we had a half day for snow on monday... worked all day yesterday, we had some snow showers again today... my dad's grave is by my home and i literally drive by it all day...i made him a wreath but actually haven't placed it yet...one year it was stolen right after i placed it so i hold out until closer to christmas now... thank you Vijay :) hugs

Chris Green December 4, 2019 at 2:34 PM Such a sad piece my friend. Hoping your heart heals quickly and your smile returns soon. Beautifully written sorrow and longing that reaches in and grips the heart. Your talent shines even in sadness. Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:39 PM thank you so much Chris...i made wreaths for the graves... forgot about my grandparents, never did for theirs because my aunt and uncle always took care of their grave... they both passed this year, so i guess i need to make one more..it's the one thing that brings them to Christmas... the graveside moment shared... then it's gone... hugs

Lin Lane December 4, 2019 at 2:28 PM This spirit affects many in the holiday season. It's one fraught with sorrowful memories and loneliness that your words amply convey. Sandra Adams December 4, 2019 at 6:37 PM Thank you so much Lin... lots of death in my family, many were young still...i make them wreaths as my heartfelt gift to them but the holidays are lacking without them here...