Times Revenge Poem by David Wood

Times Revenge

Rating: 5.0


The cold is filling my hands in
January's chill damp weather
With thunderbolts and lightning.
Two thumbs and two fingers
Moan like a swirling mist rising
Up from under an old front door.

The clarinet has taken time
Off and sits forlorn in its case.
A music stand with Ode to Joy
Pestering me to play, but I can't.
It will be my constant companion
At least until the end of February.

Stubbornness may prevail and
I press on through the pain, but
Then night gets its own back as
I am kept awake. Arthritis is times
Revenge that we can do nothing
About except have patience.

Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
No clarinet, no cycling - racing bike also looking forlorn.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 19 January 2022

Dave I see you mention yr clarinet are you practicing? Bravo!

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David Wood 19 January 2022

Not now, the weight of it rests on my right thumb which gets painful after half hour and last till the next day. It'll be ok come spring.

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Jayne Davies 19 January 2022

Well written David. I too can relate to this x

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Nabakishore Dash 20 January 2022

Really arthrites is times revenge.liked to read.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 20 January 2022

It is a cold and biting winter. I can feel the terrible cold creeping into the hands and fingers.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 20 January 2022

Your poem is very well expressed. I'm sorry about your struggles with arthritis pain. I hope spring comes quickly for you.

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Bharati Nayak 20 January 2022

Life's realities captured nicely.Every body passes through winter.It is painful as you said 'Stubbornness may prevail and I press on through the pain, but Then night gets its own back as I am kept awake

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 January 2022

A very heartfelt poem embellished with compelling images and beautiful poetic expressions. Liked the opening stanza. I can see those unfortunate fingers at close range.Superb imagery.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 January 2022

The dead of winter which is usually in January is indeed the most intense stillness and darkness that affect our emotions. Yet, this is just ephemeral. It shall come to pass and we can enjoy again the wonders of existence.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 January 2022

Cold weather augments our suffering / pains specially when we are sick or have been suffering from existing illness. The cold air that cuts like knife is just terrible.

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