Naked trees shaking
shivering from gusty winds
autumn's first kiss
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Arctic night unfolds~
another of nature's scenes:
hues of blues, swirling greens,
ribbons dance in frozen air,
pulsing light, alive, untamed.
You stand there,
your breath a ghost,
boots sunk in brittle snow.
the cold gnaws, but
you do not shiver.
It is not light you see,
but something older~
the sigh of solar winds
caught in the planet’s grasp.
Can you feel it in your soul?
That pull, that hum,
as if the night itself
is singing back to you.
At that moment,
you are not a human,
but part of the pulse,
the glow, the endless
shivering dance.
Winter shivering
Sitting in a warm room
Comfortable, so good
Just look out the window
Cloudy December, so cold
Shaking, freezing, room gone
Robust shivering,
the world feels optimistic;
A chill in the air.
Hyper vigilant
Hyper aware of this body
These hands...
This heartbeat
It is all normal
Yet I feel some kind of
lingering lurking anxiety
An energy...An entity
Following me...
That thing is me...
I can't seem to set myself
free from the shaking
The chains of OCD
The sound of jingling
thoughts in this head
Like piggybank pennies
A sudden clanging in my chest
I'm scared...
and I don't know why
Scared of sleep...
Terrified of random
but normal things
Like this heart and it's job...
Scared of the strings that tie me
to this secondhand shivering
This inherited lip quivering
I'm slowly slipping into the sea
Almost drenched in worry
Saying goodbye to my sanity
Thinking "I'll drown eventually"
The vestige of a shivering heart
a tremor through your whole body;
It’s difficult to hold your balance
regulation starts to plummet;
A tremor through your whole body
igniting violent cold creeps;
Nothing able to make them stop;
It’s difficult to hold your balance
when your guts are a frozen flutter;
Regurgitating all your remains;
Regulation starts to plummet
until your hands settle on your chest,
calming the ripples on your skin.
having become merely a memory
our bench sat there cold and bare
once came the winter of our lives
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Gideon is trembling with fear
His wife shivering with cold;
Some chattering sounds to bear;
A discomfort from The Cold
Now learnt a fitting lesson;
A bucketful to now heat
“Menthol at home a blessing
To Life-Threatening Cold beat!?
He is near Seventy-Eight;
Agnes’ loss would be a weight?
Spring, please hurry and clothe shivering trees
with lovely birdsongs and lilac-touched leaves.
February 9, 2022
We lie beneath a bed of endless snow
a dream in frozen fantasy imbued
await the barking call of blue-black crow
to join again the festival renewed
bask in the sun amid cold water's flow
and brashly flaunt our brilliance un-subdued.
So do the buds in shivering applause
bid curtain call to winter's final pause.
2/11/2021
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Love is like Ice Cream
You eat it but outside cold
Shivering Sadly
Date: March 18 2020
Inspired by a strange vanilla shake I drank
Shivering in the Sun,
chills from unbearable heat;
Back home on the couch again;
The high is wearing off;
I might be feeling now,
gotta take this shirt off;
It’s stained with all my thoughts,
like sweat you can’t wipe off;
Shaking all over,
shallow breathing again;
Why are you rocking me so hard?
Why linger in my head?
The shakes intensify,
as the fever begins to spread;
I dive through a sheet of ice;
I wake up;
What’s that look in your eyes?
You smile and say,
‘It’s confusion crossed with moonlight.’
Freshly mowed grass touched by silver dew
Golden sunshine sparkles
Wispy clouds revealed hugging skies blue
Morn unaware of hurdles
Sunrise knew not of a rainy day
Nor of a rainy night
Nor of a cold, sunless morn
Where there was no sunlight
Nor of a northwest chilly breeze
That chilled the birds so fair
Nor of the poet out on the porch
Shivering in the chair
dry wells of summer
fill with borrowed
love
dark books of torture
torn flags of deceits
procession of
greeds
we are shivering in
the hot wind
so much of stress
so many things happening around me
am feeling of so much pressure
my preparations are over
still not getting confidence
a feeling of being tensed
my head is washed away
I can't remember anything
A dream of standing amidst a vast crowd
so many questions are asked
but am answering nothing
I don't know what is falling on me
I think it's a fever
exam fever !!!!!
.....Xam fever ..
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