waxingcrescents

Canada

"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." - Lewis Carroll

oh, to live with friends in a renovated french castle with a labyrinth

i write mediocre poetry about love and other lies

she/her

Message to Readers

Let me know how I can improve. Keep in mind that I wrote this while very sleepy, so it may not be very good.

winter keeps our secrets under trampled snow

September 12, 2020

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let me walk these long-forgotten deer trails
ferns relishing the loosened pebbles
basking in a late afternoon sun
which escapes our mortal world
as the moon precedes a gentle winter's evening
a glistening premonition of this umbra
which oppresses its night creatures
though in truth becomes only another shadow;
and, while i walk here,
let me feel your breath caressing the nape of my neck
ever fighting never
ebony against ivory
gold linking silver
a torrent of sorts as your self and your presence
occupies every luminous corner of conscience and consciousness
and your song becomes mine
This is a late-night rambling poem, and I don't even know whether or not it makes sense from a reader's perspective. If it doesn't, consider this: walking hand-in-hand with a lover in a wintry forest as the sun begins to set.

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5 Comments
  • antizoeclub

    re: thank u for your sweet comments!! <3


    2 months ago
  • BlueWolf

    I did get the message/concept. But when you started to talk about a lover I thought the lover was nature and that the winds breath caressed your neck. But I think that is just me. :). Beautiful poem!!!!! Just so peaceful and tranquil.


    2 months ago
  • Eblinn

    i immediately got the picture you painted/wrote, it's beautiful!
    "as the moon precedes a gentle winter's evening"
    wonderfully written!


    2 months ago
  • Paisley Blue

    woah.... this is so gorgeous, it took my breath away! I love the image of walking through the woods with a lover <3 so beautiful! :)


    2 months ago
  • outoftheblue

    "a torrent of sorts as your self and your presence
    occupies every luminous corner of conscience and consciousness
    and your song becomes mine" ahh there's something vaguely familiar, in a sense, about the way this poem is crafted. brilliant imagery and diction as always!


    2 months ago