Deadly Silence
I can’t stop petting you
Though my arms grow tired, I continue on
Fear that if I don’t you’ll grow bored
Grow bored of me
For not enough light is igniting from my soul in times like this
And you, just like everyone else,
Grows tired and leave
And I once again am alone
Just myself and my thoughts
Silence will be my cause of death
About the Creator
Christmas Tree
Christmas tree curbside done with living room season waiting for trash truck. I don't even put a Christmas tree in the living room. But when I see the trees on the curb, near the trash bin, waiting for pickup, it makes me sad. Maybe I see a metaphor in it, the way it is discarded when the season is over.
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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That last line lingers... great job