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Quite a Metaphor For Life and Death

Every time autumn's frigidness wears away the leaves grips and cause them to fall.
Summer's once green life withers away to return to mother earth.

Like every mother she knows when the time has come,
Whether it's a bird pushed from the nest, 
or an infant child's first breath,
maternal instinct mixed with offspring love, together knows best.

The real test is when winter's bitter cold desires the sun,
lands are frozen, inhabiters run, 
birds soar towards the south,
the worst's yet to come.

Continual Cycle of seasons of change
Constantly challenges the strong, the willing, and brave.

I know when MY spring blossomed a life that I can call mine,
summer followed and seemed endless forever alive.
Deep inside your mind a day can last forever,
fall slowly creeps by, while we all spend winter together.
Form: Prose


Allotted Fragments of Time

indistinct chatter
sweeps through my mind
like wind through trees
in winter's high pitched shrills
as memories twirl
in a spiral of thoughts

my heart pauses
beneath fragments
of shrouded warmth
once found in love
and this diminishing sun

i am hesitant to stand aground
where rains have come
between winded breaths
like these trees
naked on dampened hills
i too shiver in the depths
of coldness, alone
bending, almost dropping
to the accepting ground

bitter trails
of the unworthy
drop at my feet
like leaves of autumn
only to crumble
within the moments
of allotted time

i gasp
in what takes my breath away
momentarily
before i hear the depths
of my mind speak
as if warning my heart
to wake from endless dreams

halt to all possibilities
of treading on thin ice
beneath winter's frigidness
and bury my heart
behind the walls
that protect

so i do not fall
and drown
in the depths
of tears again

As Autumn Fades

"Ave Maria" playing
in the background
distant chatter fading
my emotions asunder
like the dandelion
in autumn's air
soft wishes
blown about

i always curse
this time of year
it's the crossroad
of life and death
where everything beautiful
rises to glory
in its splendor 
dancing gleefully
before becoming grounded
lost in the echo of wind's moans
succumbing to an end

the bareness of trees
with nothing left to strip
as they shiver in this frigidness
gathering little warmth
from the raven's roost
as he awaits fatality
a top its soulless branches

i feel the same nakedness
with every kiss
pressed softly against
lips silenced of life

i shiver within pools
of emotionless tears
beneath the numbness of years
as "Ave Maria" plays again and again

September 17, 2019

Premium Member Winter Contemplation

Crystalline floe’s fade in the amber glow;
shadows chill the foliage to white crystals
I cast my eyes to the orange and lavender sky
and breathe in the frosty splendor of the
snowy mountains silent facade.

A lone doe stands watching the river,
hoping perhaps for a drink of the thawing
aqua; I breathe in the scent of snow-laden
evergreens’ breath, filling my lungs.
In winter, the river is untainted,
as the crisp cleansing of the seasons’
frigidness will give birth to new beginnings;
I contemplate and revel in the 
majesty of upcoming new births. 


3-10-2021
CONTEMPLATION Poetry Contest
craig cornish

Premium Member Lost Love

(Note: taken from a diary of a young lady)
 
In memoriam of Jose` Maria
aged twenty, drowned.
 
I lounge on an uneven stone
under the uneasy shade 
of an ancient carob tree,
away from the hot rays 
of the summer sun.
I sit alone, abandoned,
I contemplate in vain,
for my thoughts wander on you,
who left me in the lurch.
 
I stare vacantly towards
the mighty sea that 
like a cyclone of frigidness
buffets the darkened rocks 
that form the inlet. 
Wave after wave 
enters the narrow strait
and rumble onwards
to the horrendous shore
throwing iridescent sprays
over the plaque of cold hard marble
that hides a tragedy of life.
 
Under the Iberian sky
prickly pears ripen
a stone's throw away 
from the glinting shore
amid the green olive trees
slightly wet with sea spray.
The plaque seems to glow 
in the hot summer rays.
 
I wonder what made Jose` Maria
swim in that turbulent sea.
Maybe he searched for treasure lost,
or hunted for the slippery octopus,
or mourned over lost love.
A life destroyed.
 
Am I not astray too? 
I am so far away from you, 
forsaken and unloved,
for you are like the sea, drowned 
in a cyclone of frigidness.


Baby It Is Cold Outside

I can hear the mouthless wind 
loudly howling outside my window
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through    
 the leafless trees 
riding the branches wildly 
And blowing falling flakes onto every available space 
and covering them in white giving them  
   admirable shapes 

Oh yes indeed 
what a magical sight to gaze upon 
And although I happily enjoyed watching the snow soundlessly gliding down 
kissing the ground softly and forming beautiful landscapes 
The harshness wind is toothlessly bitting through my bones with its frigidness

So I  think it’s time to turn up the fireplace for some heat for my chilly bones 
And maybe a cup of delicious hot cocoa to warm my soul 

Because
baby it is cold outside 




Akkina
2/1/21

Dont Be Your Pasts Wind Up Toy

Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind 
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
Form: Rhyme

Don'T Be Your Pasts Wind Up Toy

Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind 
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
Form: Rhyme

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