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SNOWFLAKES WITH BITING TEETH
The splintered edges of the brittle winter sharp
split asunder the dim demeanor of the ashen sky.
In the congealed recess of shrunk spatial warp
frozen tears of broken times fall as snow and lie.
After the cold sun sinks in twilight mist gloomy
as the stilled night’s speckled shrouds fall over
I see frigid fragments of the lost time’s debris
waft with the amorphous snowflakes in the air.
In blowing blizzard the spinning snow’s design
shapes your frosty face emerging from the cold.
Defrosted time reminds me you were once mine,
beckons me to reach you again to own and hold.
Across the snow contoured flattened far meadow
as the snowflakes pierce through the sighing night
I chase with the wind your floating frozen shadow
in numb memory maimed by tormenting frost bite.
November 24, 2018
Where do roses birth their petals
when Spring gardens disappear
Where do petals bloom in Winter
when white snow falls everywhere
Where do snowflakes melt in Summer
On silk lips brushing the cheek
Where do lips steal out first kisses
In between the cherry trees
Where do cherries share a secret
of bare branches in wild dreams
Where does autumn burns the fire
On carpets of yellow leaves
Its the romance of four seasons
Florescent fragrance fills the air
the East wind keeps breezing softly
Midnight bells greet each New Year
And the robin keeps on tweeting
butterflies flutter their wing
the cricket rattles all evening
the pide-piper plays and sing
And the mistle-toe keeps hanging
Coloured confetti chase the moon
And the rainbow keeps a pathway
a stream cascades in the dune
And a dove flies above star dust
as the white swan pirhouettes
and the fire-flies keep twinkling
in the lake of honey-zest
Charma
In A Frozen Bed
Dr Ranjit Dutta
In the land of beauty
In the realm of nature's grace,
The mountain peak
Touches the sky,
Where the snowy beds ascend.
The mount adorned in pristine white
Where a jewel in the crown
basking in golden sunrays.
An icy embrace where
The harmony does sleep.
A topstry of snowflakes
Delicately spun,
Glistering like diamonds,
Well beneath the rosy morning Sun.
An ethereal landscape,
Untouched and pure,
Where dreams unfold and hopes endure.
The mountain whispers
The stories of love and hatred
Conquerors and sages
A silent witness of battles fought and lost,
A testament to the human spirit's utmost.
The wide bed of snowflakes,
A miracle of nature,
A treasure so fine .
Through the ages
I have stood serene,
A emblem of beauty
Eternal and pristine of my love's smile and tears.
While snowflakes continue to fall,
upon a night pale as ghostly winter
I falter from my own distraught pause--
the hazy moon watches my young girl
a serene angel laying in starshine, on a bed
frigid cold with her tiny body
wrapped in fine linen and pink bonnet:
I could still recall her pupils tightening,
while through glimpses silent, my own mouth
utters, ' fight, my dear one, fight!'
Yet, her last gasp escapes a frozen outline,
those eyes blinking restlessly up high
as my fallen gazes droop at her gaunt form --
How this heart cleaves till screams rack
my own body with convulsive, inconsolable
anguish: this route to a thievish doom
makes me seethe, slam, screech at life
for my child's unborn dreams ...never to fly, ever.
It rains and a mantle of tears drown
upon her skin, my face in endless whys--
as I howl with night birds for the villainy of time.
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04.26.2019
Just Listen
Still, a lonesome dream
Pausing to reveal God’s peace
He is writing on a frozen stream
Hallelujahs falling from the skies
Gentle echoes of nature’s scream
Floating and settling, serenity
Still, in the colors of grace
Joy that blesses the dawn’s light
Drifts of beautiful, soul’s embrace
Diving in colors of dreamy white
Forcing the wonder into our face
Hesitating, laughing, tender flakes
Still, a silence as steady as night
Misty blessings on an afternoon hike
Rhythms of calm in a breathless fight
Wings glisten, pounding the nebulous air
As clouds wed to paint the earth soft white
Revealing trembling lashes who weep praises
Still, in the wonderland created by the flakes
Wind dances over the mountains, drifting
Through the grieving echoes silence makes
A precious still who lifts the heart and soul
Assuring us the Creator never forsakes
His will, snow and wind, caress with beautiful
Still, like the moment when I first heard the news
That winter was traveling across the pages
Of a land who’d felt much louder without her muse
A land where everything changed with the presence
The prayer, sturdy and strong, as gentler hearts snooze
Remembering, it is winter and we belong in this soft
Still, reflected on the moments where praise is spoken
On the distance, in the icicle’s edges, on the stars
With each quiet flake, dancing and roaming on the broken
Winds, the tears feel like shadows laced with light
Reminding every spirit of this winter, who’s so outspoken
Painting the earth in her white silence – this still…
Still that feels so alive, so bright, so much like a quiet sleep
When the entire world remembers – we’re meant to be
Filled with love and hope, love so very deep
It is never hidden beneath a blanket of snow
Instead, it glistens like the glittering sweep
Who is laughing, steady and true, through this world so still…
A world filled with nature’s splendor
Softly covered with a blanket of white glitter
A covering of joy, gentle and tender
Attempting to prove to each of us
How this still can’t be a natural offender
This still is the music of God’s angels… just listen
Cheerful, the splendor of the Christmas gift
When stars glimmer like bright crystalline light
Season of joy when our hearts need a lift
Dreams, like snowflakes, can tumble and drift
Our eyes are filled with love, glistening bright
Cheerful, the splendor of the Christmas gift
It's a time to mend each troublesome rift
Releasing quarrels of old to take flight
Season of joy when our hearts need a lift
There are cookies to bake, and flour to sift
While children stir so they can steal a bite
Cheerful, the splendor of the Christmas gift
No mistletoe, so we have to makeshift
With holly and a fire for warmth at night
Season of joy when our hearts need a lift
The passage of holidays are too swift
Much too quickly, it's all gone from our sight
Cheerful, the splendor of the Christmas gift
Season of joy when our hearts need a lift.
Light came shining through
The broken trees around me
Before so many were awake
While my music played
I had spent the months before
Fighting war after pointless war
Inside my head and with another soul
I had no idea where the future would go
Then a cold breeze rolled in through my window
Chilled my fingers, then my body then the rest of my soul
I let my voice echo across the expanse, ever wide
Praying this would be the year that I died
Light came shining through
The heavy snowflakes across the street
I kept my hands held high
I kissed the night goodbye
I spent the rest alone
Shibuya 104 was my home
I blinked and the year had passed
I pulled my twisted self out of the blast
I embraced the cold breeze coming through my window
Chilled my fingers, then my body then the rest of my soul
And I kept on shouting to whomever could hear
"What will I find at the end of this year?"
Light came shining through
The cloudless blue sky above me
The ground was too far to see
On this mountain high above the trees
I had come so far
Burning from the morning star
The heated air forced it all to bend
I wished those days would never end
And now a cold breeze rolls in through my window
Chills my fingers, then my body then the rest of my soul
And even to this day, I'll shout as loud as I can
Saying "Did those days serve to make me a man?"
Your sadness
like clouded winter snowflakes,
floats upon chilled winds
against dark tear stained skies,
accumulating in sorrowed drifts
around my heart
Frigid moments
shiver of lost and lonely days,
when mornings never arrive
and arctic evenings wrap
your lonely world in
bleak frozen fingers
And I watch helpless,
through frosted glass panes,
icicle teardrops glistening
on my chapped cheeks,
wanting desperately to hold you
safely in my arms
So you will know
this season shall not last,
spring will soon bring her flowers
and blue skies to warm you,
to comfort you and to love you
just as I do
Alabaster snowflakes scattered over
Brindled patches of frozen forest floor
Cover Autumn's fragmented tapestry.
December fluffs up Winter's white duvet,
Eager to embrace the bitter cold and
Fierce winds, snug in a thick blanket of snow.
Gone are the crinkled crimson and gold leaves,
Hidden under a glistening coat, an
Icy glaze that sparkles like diamond dust.
Jesus, it's said, was born in December,
Kindling the celebration of Christmas.
Long nights and short days bring families close,
Marking this as a festive time of year.
Night skies are encrusted with twinkling stars
Offset by the deep ebony of space.
Pines and cedars remain green year-round, so
Quail and Partridge shelter in their branches.
Ravens caw, illustrating the profound
Starkness of Nature's hypnotic beauty,
They feel compelled to give voice to their awe.
Under crystalline skies of cackling blue,
Vistas of evergreen contrast with the
Washed-out monochrome landscape and faded
Xerox copies of an elapsed moment.
Yet, such pristineness is what fuels our
Zeal, to confront Winter on Her own terms.
The Wonder of Christmas
Kevin Davis 2024
When I was very young, Christmas was filled with wonder,
Running here and there, our world a joyful thunder.
Off to watch the lights and feel the snowflakes falling,
My parents, brothers, sisters—all of us went calling.
To see our friends and family, the joy was everywhere,
We found green trees, sweet music, and treats we’d share.
Each day we searched through catalogs of toys and dreams,
And wrote our letters, planning Christmas schemes.
On Christmas morn, we’d wake with gleaming eyes,
Presents wrapped in colors bright—a wondrous surprise!
The scent of pine and cinnamon warmed the air,
As carols by the fire glowed with love and care.
Laughter rang and stories spun, traditions old and new,
In that home of love, our happiness grew.
And never did we lose the truth of how this joy began—
That the Son of God was born to free the soul of man.
So each year now, as gentle snowflakes fall,
We gather close and cherish it all.
With love and light, we celebrate and know—
In Christmas magic, peace and hope still glow.