Winterthe heater flutters at my feet my room is a box with a window as one side beyond my white monitor is a winter fairyland resilient bush and lithe trees glow deepest green with the rain in their roots they sway in a wind I cannot feel and shiver in a cold I have forgotten crystal balls of dew cling to every leaf and a long-forgotten scrawl has been reborn on my condensated window melted words from a dusty summer. the air in here is heavy nature is so close I can almost touch it but I dare not lest I break the spell fear casts its shadow because thoseWinter
Make PeaceAlthough more skilled with a keyboard than a brush or tablet, I chose to join DeviantArt because I was so amazed at all the beauty that is added here, every day. I have always loved to draw and take photos, and I hope that being here will improve my latent abilities  Recently my muse was taken away from me by the pressures of study and family issues. Somehow today I rose above these challenges and regained my ability to write, and penned this short piece. I might post other pieces in future here, if I can figure out how! Anyway, here is my poem. It is entitled, "Winter". I'm sitting in my cold stone room the heater flutters at my feet my room is a box with a window as one side beyond my white monitor is a winter fairyland resilient bush and lithe trees glow deepest green with the rain in their roots they sway in a wind I cannot feel and shiver in a cold I have forgotten crystal balls of dew cling to every leaf and a long-forgotten scrawl has been reborn on my condensated window melted words from a dusty summer the air in here is heavy nature is so close I can almost touch it but I dare not lest I break the spell I am so afraid, I feel I mustn't write anymore because at this point my mind is invaded with the fear of having to talk to people around here... the empty greetings, the false feelings like the pithy dialogue of a cheap sitcom we live in an invented stance we follow rules dictated by an unneccessary past logic tells me I'll be happy with warmth, food, safety, and love so why should I say so many "good mornings" when the day is already dead? why should my elbows clear the table edge, why should my fork be upturned? why can't my family love a good person? why don't people look out of the window anymore and love the raindrops the blue sky or natures perfect... existence...? |
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