How long wait for sun?
Darkness starts to stun.
Frostbites have begun,
The heater blows cold.
The worst cold foretold.
So cold, the north pole.
A wait to console...
a plea to my soul.
Words cold in my mouth.
Deep ice yet there's drought.
I'd die if it's south.
Dark veils, sun deferred
Polar nights, I heard.
Survival blurred.
Death has a threshold.
As cold nights unfold.
Categories:
frostbites, cool, dark, death, night,
Form: Rhyme
I could never understand
the festive stories that were told
of the making of snowmen.
but I was building sandcastles
upon beaches with sands of gold.
I could never understand
the festive stories that were told
of frostbites and binding blizzard snow.
when I was getting sunburnt
by ray`s of blinding light.
I could never understand
how we celebrated the birth of one
who was against materialisation
but yet we bought and spent big
I could never understand
how we celebrated the birth of one
who walked with the poor
but yet greed was our guiding light.
I could never understand
how we celebrated the birth of one
who helped the starving
but yet we feasted till we nearly burst.
Categories:
frostbites, christmas,
Form: Free verse
A month into the war, caught by the wheels of
disinformation war, I feel maimed and blinded
by the extraordinary news reels feeding my
immense sadness and grief.
How many more Ukrainians will suffer before the
month is over? Will their national treasures survive
the relentless onslaught?
We who suffer the torments of big power politics,
their cold and incandescent power, trapped by their morgue-like media,
defend and die for the truth, while the young conscripts
suffer their frostbites in a senseless fratricide war.
A new world disorder awaits in hellbound future,
where might makes right, and right and wrong is settled
in the battlefields' lecture halls.
Categories:
frostbites, war,
Form: Free verse
Bunyan and blue Babe
water crossing through water
pine scent combs Paul’s beard
U.S. curling capital
stalks of sunflowers
fanboy sun towards heaven
logger’s cold sets in
hard Winter in the North Woods*
mosquito frostbites
Babe and the lumberjack thrash
thunder and earthquakes —
quench me with life and legend
9/25/2020
*A legend is told of the giant Paul Bunyan and Babe, his blue ox.
Categories:
frostbites, flower, usa, water,
Form: Choka
Loving you is easy
As you are the door – Ianua
To spring
Ice clouds are held in the furnace:
Dirty grey pearls
Your other name is of course
Janus- you are the month of transition
Though I love you as you are
Frostbites as your trade
Dew on the sullen grass
Fog of Monet above Thames
The sun bites its tongue: pusillanimous
Loving you is easy
For you are full of hope and mystery
Away with the yesteryear we sing
Welcome January- our pagan hearts chant.
Sometimes snow whitewashes the towns
And the broken hearts begin to mend
At its diamond glow.
Loving you is easy
For you are the Wulf- Monath
Of the Saxons.
Blue eyed ancient creatures
Flame our imaginations
White furs and fragile egos.
Loving you is easy
As your aluminium foiled soil
Is toiled and tamed
For the bulbs and the seeds
Oh the anticipation to witness the colours and scents again
The earth will shed its dead skin
Soon.
Categories:
frostbites, january, love, new year,
Form: Rhyme
We were young, we were young
Forgiving and forgetting
Through all the worst circumstances
The purity of our hearts
Sparked the union of beings
But we were young
We watched ignited flumes die
A flume a mother and father tried to hold on to
We watched as they dwindled
So we tried to reignite cold hearts
But all we got were frostbites
We were young, we did not know
So we turned a blind eye to it all
We tried to forget
And for awhile we forgot
We played, we laughed, we seesawed
We watched the clouds drift
Through clear skies and gentle breezes
And for a while we saw
A tiny spark and a gentle union
Happiness engulfed adult hearts
And for many nights we dinned
At a table full of the best soul food
And a mother and father
Playing at being soul mates again
We were young, we were happy
If we had known that that wouldn't last
Well, we still would have been happy
Happy in the moment
Because nothing lasts forever
Categories:
frostbites, absence, childhood, dad, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Eyes,
tainted
by snow flakes
of damp memoirs;
spiky frostbites chafing her irises.
Drained lids quiver on a funeral trail
lacing sharp ache;
iced droplets
pierced like
flakes.
Andrea Dietrich's Contest
LEAF, FEATHER, SHELL or FLAKE
8/4/2014: Form: Tetractys
Theme: Flakes
Categories:
frostbites, snow, sorrow,
Form: Tetractys
Limitless cries
of a weary
heart
Twisted in
weaves of
hairy past
The painful
groans of an
open gum
Unleashed by
clones of
frostbites
Terrifying
rhythm of the
night's owl
Matching
towards
knights so
fearful
The naked
shivers of the
dark cloud
High level rivers
eroding courage
Daring the
dominance of
gun powder
Acting with
pre-dominance
at heart
Gently stabbing
the janitor of
serenity
Lays low to
monitor this
bizarre act
Awaiting the
crow of the
farmer's cock
The wage is
paid the
earner...death
Categories:
frostbites, death
Form: Sonnet
I am an angel that wasn’t treated great
I am the creation that no one appreciates
I am weakness for when there are tears
I consist of traumas that everyone fears
I’m the freezing wind in a winter night
That causes the worst of all frostbites
The stone that turned into a rigid rock
I am the proof that there is bad luck
My heart is broken glass surrounded by walls
Ready to go insane whenever it falls
But I hide my true feelings from the entire world
Not letting them know that I’m a lonely girl
My insecurities destroy me
My sensitivities weaken me
So I put myself in a giant shell
That’s starting to feel like a prison cell
That I built so well so there’s no escape
And it’s like my mouth is just covered by tape
Silence is the loudest thing in my life
But people hear me whenever I grab a knife
My skin speaks words that I have never said
Isn’t it a miracle that I’m still not dead?
I am the one who will never be free
I am what the world made me
Categories:
frostbites, me,
Form: Couplet
you sing from memory
whispering secrets to the thousand islands at my feet
and row to the shipwrecked shores of Ithaca
i hear rustling of dry wind
smell the damp sun-kissed cattails after last night's storm
and see the land my ancestors slaved over
barren and fruitless as my womb
i call to ghosts
where are you?
you claim to know winter
so you climb Mount Olympus in February and learn to hate frostbites
and when stars dance you sympathize their songs
but really now
what are they saying?
seasons change with the moon
and i slowly caress your silhouette with clumsy fingers
suckling the yellow from aging honeysuckles
i wash the nostalgic Aegean Sea
spilling blue over a drowning sunset and painting beautiful Asteria
with bold breathless hands anxious to touch
but the water is cold
and i shiver
stay a little longer
Categories:
frostbites, love,
Form: Free verse