Winter Withers
…… its way into the woods
and waits….and wonders….and watches
until…. No-one is looking.
Boorishly, an ally introduces itself,
an iced-sliced wind to quiver-shiver
the woods’ most tender saplings;
to shudder the aged evergreens
with sharpened, encrusted crystals
sandpapering the toughest, roughest bark.
Weather warning complete,
Winter then crunches forward,
cold shouldering its way through the night
to finally rest against a solitary cabin.
Inside that logged shelter, Man awakens
allowing his thoughts freedom
from the waiting room of his mind.
Man has learned how to listen,
but much more importantly,
this man has listened how to learn!
What he now sharply tells himself is…
Winter has arrived; survival demands action.
Man has lived for a year with Mother Nature
after his severance with city life;
he now feels a yearning for the three R’s:
reconnecting, refiguring and relocating.
Man can’t allow Winter’s weathered wings
to embrace him with glacial isolation
nor allow its benumbed playmate… Loneliness
to knock, again, on that fragile, front door.
Ian Souter
Categories:
withers, depression, nature, winter,
Form: Free verse
oh cloudy morning
when summer becomes all gray
That way life withers
Categories:
withers, allegory, analogy, appreciation, feelings,
Form: Haiku
I look into the mirror
I barely recognize myself
My skin is pale
My eyes sunken in
Inside is broken,
While the outside withers
Who am I but myself?
Something broken and dead
I feel my own heart
A steady rhythm
My thoughts are scattered
My smile bland
I feel like I am dying
Inside I am already dead
Who am I?
I no longer feel like myself
Hopeless and withered
My heart to break again
Categories:
withers, addiction, angst, body, confidence,
Form: Free verse
As time withers away
Think about doing better
You have fallen off course
Make your vision brighter
Always move forward
Do not ever look back
Pick up your feet
And get back on track
Categories:
withers, courage, encouraging, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Up It Dries Then Withers and Dies
What we always do have to realize,
Is if and when we forget to fertilize,
Branches won't swish,
And suffering anguish;
Up tree dries and eventually it dies.
Jim Horn
Seems like sad state of affairs that
we are in sometimes. What would we
do with letters from famous people
together with dossiers.
Categories:
withers, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
After the dawn
Pain and graces begun
Now I'm longing
For the twilight time.
That star up high
On the daylight ignites
And a variety of feet step
On my one last life.
I need birds on my branches
besides just making holes on me.
Wanting to be touched by wind
Yet it shakes me.
I want fruits
But they got ripe and fell.
I have everything
Only sad to feel empty.
Pull out my roots
Keep nothing on me
Burn my dry leaves
Yet count the buds.
Cut the striving twigs I have
Because I wither
I can't hold on for the weather
Its going mad at me .
Oh!come on rain .
Don't let these feet and heat
Give me rest.
Come on my reaper,
Water and give me shade.
Win the fight for me
Because I wither .
Hear my dying sound.
April 5 , 2017
Categories:
withers, body, caregiving, death, faith,
Form: Free verse
leaf withers
in an old book
ghost tiptoes
12.05.16
Categories:
withers, culture, seasons, symbolism,
Form: Haiku
When The Last Grape Withers On The Vine
Soon Fate will diminish my last returns
with all -decaying awaits its fuel
Shall I cry-while my heart still burns
begging reprieve from this last duel?
When the last grape withers on the vine
the last cloud drops its sweet rain
Shall I pray again for me and mine?
Thanking the coming end to my sad pain?
Will darkness merely be groups of long dreams
cavern filled with nothingness and lost desires
Or an endless blue lake fed by eternal streams
of deep love from divinely hot fires?
Soon Fate, wild master and death-slayer too
destroys asking neither the why nor the who.
R.J. Lindley,
Feb16th , 1974
Note- Forty -two years later, --- came and went in the blink of an eye..
Categories:
withers, age, allegory, allusion, angst,
Form: Sonnet
Life withers away as flowers,
its days fade into the evening darkness,
leaving images of either delight or pain;
ah, they cannot be caught as rain!
Life withers away as flowers;
youth was that radiant sun...
the center of our universe!
Missing out on a pretty sunset or dawn
is a tremendous mistake;
breathe in joy as you lay down or awake!
Categories:
withers, hope, life, universe,
Form: Rhyme
The oldest stepped forth first
Across into the misty cold
The oldest was strong and brave
Very smart and very bold
As the two other boys followed
Into The forest of many lost souls
The boys couldn’t help but think
About what they would do with all of that gold
Walking real fast and completely UN aware
Something stood watching
With a dark and creepy stare
This thing that was watching
Was definitely not human
But the boys didn’t notice
So they just kept on cruisin
The three boys kept walking
Looking at nature and what not
But the oldest had a scary feeling
That something was watching from the tree top
As he gazed and looked around
No evidence was to be found
So this feeling he put aside
And continued his long stride
The oldest leading the pack
The other two didn't look back
As a creature behind them
Was steadily watching there back
Categories:
withers, adventure, childhood, children, imagination,
Form: Narrative
I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
Life has not given
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.
You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self.
The naked helices of truth are blazing.
Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve.
The frozen pain melts,
legend withers.
The shadow is liberated from image.
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
withers, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC
only i will know the taste
of the stars & scars
as they nest
in your eyes
while the tip of my tongue
& lines of my palm
trace on your skin
poems even i
do not
hear
Categories:
withers, introspection, love, passion,
Form: Blank verse