Don Tiedemann

Rookie - 74 Points (2/23/1950 / Baltimore, Md)

In Lamplight - Poem by Don Tiedemann

We watch these streets in winter, waiting.
Sidewalks lined by ash trees, sweetgums,
some dying, their twigged ends gesticulating.

Winter waiting, there is no redemption.
Humps of snow salt-stained, growing.
Everything an apprehension

of the longest season and
the patience of finally knowing.
In the arctic cold of January when

the flesh is cancelled, dismissed,
go out, sit down, lay back in in a drift
and feel your forehead kissed

by the hushed and icy air.


Comments about In Lamplight by Don Tiedemann

  • Gold Star - 16,120 Points Mandolyn ... (7/9/2014 7:40:00 PM)

    ooh i really like that last part. starting at flesh is cancelled...
    cool poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2014



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