A darkening cloud forewarned
of a winter storm advancing.
But even so, oblivious.
'it was a springlike weather
hours ago'.
It's March still. The howling
chill is crystalizing
the thawed snow.
Meters away, is a figure
braving the storm
appears like a blur.
A haze conceals
my undiscerning stare.
What's beyond i disown.
An untimely death
is not a betrayal.
I left my door ajar...
sometimes in a day of solitude you had a thought like this..but its up to one individual to go to this consequence without fear to God...nice provoking thoughts..10
A nice thoughtful poem Candice. But let the forces of life overpower death! I tried to say this in my 'That 'K' Constant...' poem.With best wishes. -Raj Nandy
I felt this many times over, its never easy but inside there's a strength that climbs through that drags us away from the darkness when we're at our deepest of the painful abyss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's 10: 30 pm here Candis and a great time to be reading your deep and thoughtful poetry...thank you....10+++