It's winter, yet I can feel
first signs of spring
seen the snow melting,
heard the birds sing
how happily kept spreading
I smiled, but deeper, deep
Inside my heart
Came bleeding one more crack...
My heart is breaking as I know
Might be a shorter time to go
for us might fly on ski no more
nor skate, no slide on sleigh
nor ever watch few flakes
doing their dancing falling snow!
Soon, in no more than years or decades
might we see only raining, an entire winter
I so much fear, I so much fear...
The drops of rain?
Tears, and only tear flakes,
of our most sorrowful pain!
Not ever given chance for snow again!
We are avoiding the deep thought,
To understand, we do not want
And never stop to make, stock or gain
Imported food, tobacco, rare drinks
cute cup, gush, only because
it is so cute, and also, pink!
A table plate,
look, all comes really really cheap! ?
Then get those big things, expensive ones
the latest car, new game, blue ray
whole range of digi smart,
new place new house
new roads or railroads deeply cutting
the hearts of dear mountains,
companies, factories, destroying
eating away all the clean air,
I could continue till tomorrow, but you may
stop me and angrily say: -
tomorrow always comes
you'll never go away!
Right! And so the the global warming
forever it will stay
if we continue to play their games.
Whose game? How could I know,
No one would say..
But doesn't matter anyway
let's only stop the playing.
And try to save, starting with
being careful for what I pay.
I'll raise my water cup
For me, for Us,
for better than the worse,
Noroc! - in romanian tongue it means cheers and good luck!
Very epresive and a reflective write.
I'll raise my water cup For me, for Us, for better than the worse, Let's rise! Noroc! Noroc! - in romanian tongue it means cheers and good luck! Snow has its own charms, if someone asks the springs to be a bit late, there must be something gorgeous in the snow but that can be seen only through a great poem like this. Thanks Elena for helping your readers to watch the marvel of nature.
Thank you Bri, I am grateful you took time to read and give such a nice opinion and help. Thank you for the corrections, I will try to fix my errors. The big staff was meant as something that support our way of living today, (disconnected from ourselves, a sort of cracked rod that orders social disruption) . Sometimes lots of errors come from my ignorance or hurry to get rid of what burst out of my chests, yet sometimes I may think so far that I can easy create missuse or missunderstanding. Of course, I think you are right, the riches have no time to read poetry, they are too busy to make money lol. Let poetry be for those with empty pockets those with broken souls, for we cannot afford the costly care of profesionists of all kind. I may not change the world yet I can always try to warm the hearts and bring awareness. Doh as if people are not already aware... Little by little we will find the way to change. I think our earth has enough food for everyone, we need to stop overproduction resoect uor nature and learn to share. And most of all we need people like you who can give a kind hand where is needed, thank you!
I so much fear, I so much fear... The drops of rain? Tears, and only tear flakes, of our most sorrowful pain! - - - -/// wow what a poetic expression// written greatly // love it
What a picture u painted about what u miss most when snow is gone.A lovel poem Plus I nw know Noroc
A needle sharp account of our environment and consuming habits of today, excellently written in very captivating poetic form.10+
An insightful piece on the effects of global warming and the harmful effects of man activities on the environment, well articulated and elegantly brought forth with conviction. A witty piece of poetry set aside for serious reflection. Thanks for sharing Elena.
I can get, as I read it, my winter and snow anytime! ! yet yearn for that spring thru the aisles of fall and color of Immense.., No Stay here You white be here and chill us! ! ..wonderful write Poet, thank you for sharing! ! 10+++ for that snow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
LOL, Next time, I should be more careful what to wish for, today less writing poems, busy to clean the snow, came up to knees, light weight (lucky) beautiful..and deep, hahahaha.The selfish me it's going out to give a bow to a gray sky, appologise and say: - please, we have enough for today.Tomorrow comes another day..
LOL, yes like that wit @! ! ! I still like and Love snow! !