One tuft of snow
one fragile patch
all that's left
of January's rout -
all that remains
outside my window,
while inside
I am engulfed with pain
impassive embankments of pain
that will not melt
tidal waves of pain
that will not ebb
cloud after rolling cloud
that can't be swept away,
Morpheus
thy name is all
I can say
all I pray
blanket me
with sleep
ethereal,
release
from January's pain
the bile and bane
the sharp crests
of icy embankments,
these storms of pain
that reign
o'er all my inscape,
hold me constrained
while outside
one tuft of snow
all that remains
at last
of the blasts of January.
A most touching sentiments narrated through a beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
The penultimate line should be indented to align with blasts. PH won't let me indent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sorry to hear of your pain, Frank. I hope February is a better month and you can open your blinds to a more scenic view. The poem was raw and powerful. I don't think I have seen this in your work before. Still evocatively descriptive. Peace