Wintry metaphors
February 5th 2009 05:01
"Winter's First Breath"
When winter comes to take the place of fall
the earth prepares for long-awaited sleep.
When other people want to crawl
to comfort, there's a call to jump in deep
and let the icy crystals fall upon
your fevered brow and chill away the pain
of burning wounds; accept the laying on
of winter’s hands to quench the flames and gain
a royal robe of patchwork stars prepared
by lovely Kheimon’s fingers soft and white,
descending down to Earth, the feathers
of Angels’ wings that shed to bring the light
of Heaven like a blanket to adorn
the scars of weary pains the world can’t hide
when winter’s tearing winds collide
with masks of life that break when torn
by teeth that tear like shards of ice
in flesh that cannot pay the price.
I'm not going to fiddle around with talking about structure, etc. All I will say is that it's supposed to be very stream of consciousness. Kheimon is the ancient Greek goddess of winter. This poem captures pretty well my thoughts about Winter, literally and philosophically. If anyone wants further explanation, leave a comment. This post counts for today and tomorrow; I have a ton of work to do and barely any time to even breathe. I hope you enjoy this poem, and maybe when I have more time (like the weekend) I might take it apart further. Until then, have a nice day/night, everyone!
When winter comes to take the place of fall
the earth prepares for long-awaited sleep.
When other people want to crawl
to comfort, there's a call to jump in deep
and let the icy crystals fall upon
your fevered brow and chill away the pain
of burning wounds; accept the laying on
of winter’s hands to quench the flames and gain
a royal robe of patchwork stars prepared
by lovely Kheimon’s fingers soft and white,
descending down to Earth, the feathers
of Angels’ wings that shed to bring the light
of Heaven like a blanket to adorn
when winter’s tearing winds collide
with masks of life that break when torn
by teeth that tear like shards of ice
in flesh that cannot pay the price.
I'm not going to fiddle around with talking about structure, etc. All I will say is that it's supposed to be very stream of consciousness. Kheimon is the ancient Greek goddess of winter. This poem captures pretty well my thoughts about Winter, literally and philosophically. If anyone wants further explanation, leave a comment. This post counts for today and tomorrow; I have a ton of work to do and barely any time to even breathe. I hope you enjoy this poem, and maybe when I have more time (like the weekend) I might take it apart further. Until then, have a nice day/night, everyone!
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