Today the world...
Landscaped in pen and ink by
hidden hands
Is winter and embossed in white
on white,
The sky cries down its tears
upon the earth.
Black angled trees...
An onyx labyrinth twists down
the wind
Until the ground is rippled
white brocade
bemeath a shifting candleflame
of sun.
And we ourselves...
Embracing on the creek, like
figurines
Skate out across a polished
mirror of ice
Its edges rough and ridged
like hobnailed glass.
Great poem.I liked it.Your poem has brought warmth in this world.
Dear Sandra, A delicate depiction. The second stanza seemed the most vivid to my eye. Gregory XXO
Sandra you have made winter sound like the fare season in this poem such a beautiful discripton.In your poem you have made the coldest season into a wonder world no wonder they call it A Winter Wonderland, your poem has all of this cheers Sylvie
I can smell the winter as I read this poem and I can hear the skate blades scrape across the frozen ice and feel the meanings as I progress reading...nice +++++10 regards
life is a harsh winter, but we can enjoy the mirror for a while.....
Excellent write, whatever you compose- wonderful. You are a master poet.
A poetic intoxication, A winter's love fantasy caressing and flirting across a page of white daydream scripted as only you can –
dear sandra, m house is very near to the great indian painter raja ravivarma....he paints with colours and brush....but as the reader differs, your word-art also differs, which give birth to a million different paintings.. great...........reading you is absolute pleasure. your soul knows how to sing.......thanks........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, not just the title but the imagery and emotions expressed in the body of the poem. Undoubtedly a 10 should be awarded tothe poetskater. Gershon!