Fresh -
under the death the world is born again.
This sharp, subtle hush
that falls over the world as the old world begins to decay.
Below the crisp crust of pearly white,
there is a seed -
imagine it, any kind you like -
waiting for the darkness to pass,
for winter cannot last.
But here in the light grip of the first breath of frost the world mellows,
in Aeternum,
and it all stands still.
For a few quiet moments, the world stops turning,
and time becomes an ocean.
Covered in diamonds the world is kind,
and I fancy I could once more find,
your hand,
your smile,
the moment that we lost.
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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I love the nod to the coming spring in this poem. How the cold and the darkness doesn't last. And that underneath, are the seeds of spring, and hope. And warmth and love. This was wonderful S.A
A soft and gently reminder to share love now, not later
Beautifully written. This calls to mind the final lines of "The Rose." Great entry!