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Winter Confession

Little girl, Sunday
through christening water 
Little woman, Monday
through marring rain —
and motions
the berg slicker —
fear the approaching snow 
their heart reign;
together a frozen chord 
felt by a crowd —
she's chilly; 
these arms hugged her prayers.
Then and now clairsentience,
frost scathes my eyes
before knees ever make
ground.

childhoodchristianloveprayerseasonsfree verse

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Alesia Leach

Date: 5/23/2025 5:03:00 PM

This reads like memory wrapped in ice--ritual, rupture, and revelation. "Little girl, Sunday / Little woman, Monday" is such a poignant shift, and "frost scathes my eyes / before knees ever make / ground" left me breathless. There’s ache here, but also a quiet power.

Ink Empress

Date: 1/13/2025 8:01:00 AM

A soul that remains unshakable and resilient amidst all , youv described ina. Very creative manner with such clever metaphors and imagery, i love the flow and depth of this poem, and how youv delivered it is very unique! Always a pleasure reading your poems! Sending you light always

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 1/12/2025 9:36:00 PM

This girl sounds brave and plucky. A second christening seems to occur by cold weather. The selection of words, 'berg slicker', 'frost scathes my eyes', conveys a sense of hardship. Thank you for this gem.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/12/2025 3:03:00 PM

Wow the last lines are so powerful. At first I thought you were going to do all the days of the week. Line the old poem of personification Mondays child is fair of face, etc!

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 1/12/2025 2:53:00 PM

I imagined the frost scathing the eyes before knees ever hit ground, and it made me think of when I slipped on ice and bruised my knees terribly! I could feel the cold as I read your poem.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/12/2025 11:21:00 AM

frost scathes my eyes before knees ever make ground.

Silent One

Date: 1/12/2025 11:06:00 AM

You created a real scene here in your wordly expressions... well done..

Silent One

Date: 1/12/2025 11:06:00 AM

You created a real scene here in your wordly expressions... well done..

John Oldham

Date: 1/12/2025 11:05:00 AM

Finally a poem of yours I can understand Paige! Maybe this will help me crack your code ?? Stay Warm, John

Sotto Poet

Date: 1/12/2025 11:05:00 AM

Every sentence is meticulously crafted, giving much thought to its significance, flow, and time—best wishes and appreciation for the tutorial.

Terrell Martin

Date: 1/11/2025 4:26:00 PM

This was as interesting and informative as it was entertaining. I had never encountered the word "clairsentience" until now so I looked it up and "Wa-la": "One who has the psychic sense of feeling energy and information through emotions." (www.teaandrosemary.com). Thanks for the education & Warmest wishes ~ Terrell

Paige Hind
Date: 1/11/2025 4:57:00 PM

Not claiming to be psychic, just in the metaphor of feeling the frost before hitting the ground....like clairsentience, knowing what's really inside, in this case I have felt it before and can feel it now maybe remembering what it's like :)