Senryu Series Ii: Winter Blues Poem by Lillian Susan Thomas
Senryu Series Ii: Winter Blues
I lean my warm cheek
to cold, empty pail. Tears break
silence as they spill.
My tears turn to ice;
the well echoes with tiny clinks:
but silent falls new snow.
Down dry, wintry well
I dropp my bucket. Thud! Splash!
Not empty: frozen.
Clicking on window panes,
sleet wakes me from dreams of snow
and you driving home.
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Beautiful jewel of a poem! Artfully constructed-the parallel stanzas (each one a sharp haiku image) work like a sparklling mirror of the speaker's feelings and the way Nature herself is felt to respond to her human needs. The work on contrasts-warmth against cold, silence against sound, emptiness against presence-is excellent. The last haiku-stanza is superbly suggestive of how uncertain 'reality' is so many times. As John keats writes at the end of 'Ode to a Nightingale'-'Do I wake or sleep? ' Thank you for the gift!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/27/2026 12:42:32 AM # rel_20260826T082754Z_99b456e
An instant favorite, vivid and moving. I love the perfect choice of words and the atmosphere so effectively conveyed throughout.