I wake
To a morning
Leeched of colour.
Winter.
I stand on the frigid grass
and I look at the leaves with their silvered underbellies
in the wintry dawn.
Their last show
Before cold rain descends.
They look like snow.
Inside,
I light a fire
And sacrifice a tree or two.
And I sit.
I look out at Winter
And at the logs with their
Bright liquid skin.
And my dreams file out,
One by one,
Until my soul stretches above my body.
I barely notice it go.
Leia
Wow that is fantastic!
Very poignant and definitive, and calming to me.
I thought i was the only one who thought this way in winter!
Michael Douglass
Vi is back, not a format I am used to from you but I appreciate it none-the-less. Maybe the benefits of winter don’t relate to you, i.e. the Wallabies winning rugby? Did I tell you the reason I didn’t nourish my creative side til my thirties was because I was sure I would play for the wallabies?
On another note I am waiting for your pics of the big stranded ship. Get to it missy!
Robert Knapman
Lovely pink. You have captured some wonderful moments in this with such ease…I wake…I stand…I sit…I look. I think my soul is stretching too….
pinkelephant
Hello!
Thanks Leia, Kalb and Robert :) Nice to be reassured -I’m always scared of wrting poetry because I feel that somehow I’m not doing it ‘right’, like it’s fraudulent…Yes, I am a strange one.
Kalb (who dost not replyeth to Myspace messages!), I’m not currently in Newcastle but it’s looking more and more likely that the ship will be a permanent fixture. So, plenty of time! Have you recovered from your wallaby-inspired revelry? I admit I know little about their trade – but am forced to like them since they are named after cute animals. I’m afraid I’m more of a soccer-football hooligan.
Do you still play sometimes? When did you officially stop trying for the team?
Well, you’ll always be a wallaby to me ;)
Damian
I like your poem too, and winter. Your bright liquid fire was nice :)
Also glad to hear your view on writing poetry lol! I’ve only ever got the urge to write poems in the middle of the night when I can’t think in straight lines.
pinkelephant
Hehe, cheers Damian:)
Rebecca Nicol...
A beautiful, calm and well thought piece.
pinkelephant
Thanks so much for taking the time to read it :D
chanel
Your poetry certainly gets my attention. It describes James Pierce’s work brilliantly, which ofcourse led me here! Clever words, clever pinkelephant!
paul romanowski
SO COOL….WAS IT HARD TO WRIT THIS?
pinkelephant
Thanks Paul! It’s not hard for me to sketch out the idea, but to refine the language and create some kind of rhythm…yes:)
Lolo Lost
Hey Pink., regarding your message you left on my poem i don’t give a fuck about paris, yeh, i know which russian fool you are talking about. I favour prose over the poem and the short story most of all. i hope to write a novel one day, but for now there is too much drinking and reading and falling to sleep in the wrong places to be done. i like your stuff…and i’m with you on your thoughts about writing on redbubble.
Rachael Hope
Your title is right; this really is a poem with a beautiful flow and carefully chosen words which reflect the tone of the piece perfectly
Riyllan
THis is good…..this is really good