Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

winter poem

the rain has filled
my eyes
with camouflage--
a wetness
undisturbed
by the droughts
of hiding
sorrow
or covering
sadness
with makeshift
smiles.

the winter, what of it
has not taken
you hostage?

thin skin, chattering
bones shivering
like caskets
when
relent?
who
joy?

for every puddle
beneath my eyes,
the horizon
opens its
arms

cold nights
wet sleeves
beneath the pen
makes me think of old
Ryokan.....

V.good work.

im intrigued

wisp of elegance, this poem
like very much

o snap, i forgot about this!

many thanks for the comments!

stay beautiful

romantic- chronic freedom- love in the bones-

what of it
has not taken
you hostage?

And too many other phrases to quote, or I'd quote the whole poem. Love the imagery in this!

Stay warm!

agree w/ doreen, those were the lines that really got me.