Blanket Of Snow
Blanket of snow
Your so beautiful
Bundled up in the cold
The sun melts the stars
Your shyness is revealed
Break the ice with a sense of humor
Together close by the fire
The cold brought us together
A new relationship in the winter
Mesmerizing, eyes in blue
Like the faded sky painted Azure
Take a walk in the powdered snow
Love letters in December
Pretty lights dazzle in a small town
The most radiant women, I have found
We can hold hands in the clouds
Ice sickles drip reflections in the wind
In December, new memories begin
A blanket of snow
I just wanted to say hello
Together in the cold
It has always been you, in the winter glow
Rome
they say,
was burning
and its monarch
was playing fiddle...
The neo Neros, today,
pour fuel on the fire-flames...
Caste, color, creed, religion, sect,
Each thing is bundled up as fine fuel
With our dreams, all these burn into ashes.
They give us loud calls to quench the fire.
Dousing the flame, they say, is our task.
Fire might swamp our little huts.
We should just fight the fire.
Isn't this our sole task?
Neros will not stop.
We must lose all.
Homelessly
We must
Roam
“Winter is coming”
I looked at my other, shaking my head
“Darling, it’s Spring”
She just looked at me blankly
“Winter is coming”
I opened my eyes and roll over to the empty spot next to me
The cold breeze had finally arrived
Sending a chill through my veins
Freezing over my heart
These four walls had once contained warmth like a nice summer’s day
Now my only companion is the ice that now surrounds me
Warmth now a delusion
Winter is coming
Had I understood her warning
I would’ve bundled up a lot sooner
Four seasons but I’m the only one who’s changing
Everytime I fall asleep she arrives once again
Swirling around my mind like the Autumn leaves
But for now
Winter is here and it plans to stay.
chill to take my breath away
the tailpipe streamers
this day trip must take place
a cozy talk
heater on sun-strength
Dad bundled up
dust, sweep, mop
clean and sanitize
drop and talk
olives stabbed
martini sipped
Dad dips
his glass
to Mom’s ashes
preheat air fryer
flipping burgers
preheat oven
turning frozen fries
drop and talk
my Dad’s alive
this day trip must end
with tailpipe streamers
wall to wall traffic
and a warm smile
and a hand
as my husband
helps me unload
drop and talk
after I text
my Dad
and he
texts back a red heart
and tells me
he loves me
He was waiting for a promised letter from his Auntie Bea.
He bundled up and ran to the mailbox to check and see.
She always included something special for her favorite nephew.
As he ran toward his destination, his excitement grew.
That’s me! That’s me! His brother said, but it was him instead.
He admired the confidence of baby bro, Little Munchkin Ed.
For the winter carnival bundled up,
frozen breath adds to anticipation;
Steaming cappuccino filling my cup,
the vertex of this warm celebration;
Eliminate the need to be grown-up,
tonight enjoy a childhood fixation;
Indulge yourself in a ferris wheel ride,
an event leaving you all but tongue-tied.
fisherman's net in sea water~
collects sea and moon
winter fog blocks the path ~
snail stays bundled up
soft seat by orange flames ~
the first day of winter
dense fog has been jamming the sun ~
blue earth I miss you
winter evening ~
pursuit for an orange fireplace
no more haiku now~
keyboard needs to be charged
28 November 2024
The snow is falling gentle and fragile
the air is frosty but I am all bundled up
we know how to dress for the cold in Canada
why do the little birds not mind the snow
they chirp a joyful song and move together as one
and on a window ledge pigeons fold their wings
.
last evening bundled up
'round mine
it's peacock blue
warm
cotton serape
and your
neath it
tuck'd
ourn twixt
smiling
We dwelt together,
one hand on a door handle.
Keeping rooms --- a semi-settled living,
parents still squatting in our heads,
rent due spaces,
red buses passing below or above,
according to what level we rose to.
Domestic wreckage evacuated,
a small venerable van stuffed to the gills,
and we with our books
bundled up in raffia rafts,
cats tucked under shawls or coats,
escaping loudly on red bumpy buses.
It is the little things that haunt:
a florescent green plastic handbag,
maroon stockings
draped over a lava lamp,
fluffy toy animals
scented with relationships.
Shades of lipstick on a cracked mirror
unwashed rugby shirts,
the soft tang of old spice aftershave,
vinyl albums revolving in our heads.
I recall it all ---- but no,
not wanting to dwell again with the young,
but to follow the routes of London buses
to past, departures and destinations,
to enter again
those rooms for penniless delinquents,
just to tidy up a little, and perhaps
close drawers and doors left open.
Winter approaches with a soft, light step
A simple breezy chill swallowing your mind
With eyelashes frosty and limbs bundled up
A home with flames dancing in the corner
Silken bed inviting you to a long winter’s nap
But where do the forest critters go when nippy air bites their paws?
Does the white bird still fly when her wings are glassy with frost?
Do the berries rejoice in the sound of silence when the bears and rabbits bundle in their burrows?
Do their thorns break, so brittle from the grasp of the wind?
Does the glacial silence roar in the ears of the mice, unable to stand the quiet chaos?
As I am defrosting in my home, watching the powdery first snow
Does the rest of the world go on without me, sleepily blinking the frigidness away?
The snow serves as a blanket outside my door, covering the creatures in a delightful glisten
Savoring any apricity in their fur, ice glinting in their eyes
All is calm, the silence like the rhythmic sound of a bird flapping its wings
The white bird flies over the treetops, melting in with the sky
Just another snowflake in the silent, crystal mountains
she is a bundled up cat
I have to give you that!
all snug and warm
Cozy, without any harm
grandma’s given her a scarf with a bit of blue
bundled cat is wearing her eyeglasses too
aren’t those glasses prescription? I ask Granny Inez.
Yes, but no one will give my cat an eye test she says.
I roll my eyes and the cat tries to follow.
Having a cat take my place is kind of hard to swallow.
You love her more than me, I accuse my Grand.
She smiles and they dance away with a Mariachi band.
Snowflurries Swirl
Snow falls inside the glass globe:
A swimming, swirling vision
Where four youngsters pose frozen
In their run to leap to a win
For the longest sliding glide
Along an icy, country road
Where no traffic flows;
Near a row of evergreens
that do not grow;
Overseen by a pair of pinpoint specks
for the black, button eyes on
that morning’s made snowman;
And from across an ever-white yard,
In front of a tiny, stone cabin,
Stand some adults, bundled up
To guard against freezing in flying snow —
All huddled together with arms raised
And their painted mouths wide open
In mid-cheer, “Go! Go!”
So loud…So excitedly set to see
Their youngsters, who will not age,
Leap and slide into a race
That has no distance and no winner
— Over ice that does not melt…
All figured to be a vision of some
Heartwarming winter life
That will not end.
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(c) sally young eslinger 11/1-6/2023
Thanks be to God——-
Some days, the world outside is too bright
And the thought of facing it gives me a fright
A cozy day inside of my room
Would be the cure against certain doom
Bundled up beneath soft covers
Me and my stuffed animals, cuddled like lovers
The lights are dim to relax my eyes
And my body is curled on the bed to lie
Life is hard to face all alone
A cozy day inside will help to atone
Shush now and calm your racing mind
Feel the sound of your heart beating, and what inside you will find
In just a blink, it's just past eight
Eyes are heavy, sealing sleep as fate
So next time you feel like life is unbearable
A cozy day inside of your room is ineffable
Shadows in the eyes, my eyes, their eyes
All with hooded masks of intention
All with the same contradictions
I forgot to mention
The shade covers up and blind's reality
All without the laws of commonality
All with a different personality
I remembered this time
Darker is the circles shadowed beneath the eyes
All the depth caught in cryptic lies
All the truth bundled up in disguise
I am falling far behind
Covering the fear within yellow spines
All the shadows intermingled with mine
All the confusion unknown by design
I still try to push ahead
Entering another shadow of the living dead
All the voices of everything unsaid
All violent sources still being bled
I will never be rid of all these shadows again
I will never see the light while in the shadow of sin
Written for poetry contest "Shadows" Free Verse
09/22/2023
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