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My Wintertide

Jack Frost, Old Man Winter
hibernation not allowed
a camouflage of  mask
and cloak, a guise that is
only window dressing
as I wander through  

my wintertide.

This season in my 
life passes at a crawl
naked branches lost love
of a granddaughter I 
will never see much less
stroke or snuggle, through

my wintertide.

I’m detached from her
by blizzards of space
and estrangement
that haunts me, plaguing and
sanctioning my love
for this innocent, through

my wintertide.

When will I see her again?
How long can this winter
last, these are questions
that chill me to the 
bone, frosting my heart
which will never make it though

my wintertide.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/26/2015 7:49:00 PM

well done, excellent flow... LINDA

Robyn Campbell
Date: 12/26/2015 8:12:00 PM

Thanks, friend. I wrote this last summer. First time I've put it out there. It's about someone I know. Her granddaughter isn't allowed to see her.

Skat A

Date: 12/26/2015 4:00:00 PM

Deep write, Robyn, I like the repeated line, My wintertide, --sometimes the reader needs a flow that drives the imagery back to square one. Somehow I find this poem to be sad. Especially with the mention of your granddaughter. I like how every line on here was well written and thought of. I'd rate your poem with a 10, but 7 is the highest on this page. SKAT

Robyn Campbell
Date: 12/26/2015 8:14:00 PM

SKAT, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how you made my heart smile. Sending a heart smile back to you. :-)