Winter in the hills
I sit here
Letting you
Melt my bones
Warmth
Seeping
Through every pore
Knead
Knead
My pain away
Someone shouts
Save yourself
I close my eyes
Face you unafraid
When I return
To cool shadows
Red arms
Red shoulders
Red cheeks
Red nose
Red ears
Red neck
Red back
Red feet
You don’t spare
Parts covered
In white muslin
Either
Letting you
Melt my bones
Warmth
Seeping
Through every pore
Knead
Knead
My pain away
Someone shouts
Save yourself
I close my eyes
Face you unafraid
When I return
To cool shadows
Red arms
Red shoulders
Red cheeks
Red nose
Red ears
Red neck
Red back
Red feet
You don’t spare
Parts covered
In white muslin
Either
...
They tell me
I told you so
What do they know
Of this exquisite agony
Of being touched by the Sun?
(been resisting using up so much blog space...but compelled to...apologies)
I told you so
What do they know
Of this exquisite agony
Of being touched by the Sun?
(been resisting using up so much blog space...but compelled to...apologies)
Labels: poetry
Selected by manisha lakhe |
20:02 |
2 Comments:
Gorgeous read. Your writing flows oh so beautifully. I am smiling. Great beginning to a winter day.
Why apologise when there's no restriction on space and we ALL enjoy the verse you spin? :-) Been away, missed reading the posts, missed the Bbay meet by an inch and regretting it like soooooooooooooo much after reading your report on it! DAMN DAMN DAMN - ok I'm feeling better now! Ofcourse reading your wonderful poem abt the Winter blues helps - coming frm a city where Winter means pleasant evegs to one where Winter does mean cold evegs! :-)
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