Last Winter
A Sonnet
Anyone familiar with winter
Understands that it could bury our world
We imagine Hell as blazing fire
But into ice and snow we will be hurled
Fire bursts with brilliant energy
Ice is the shell vitality has fled
Bitter cold is life's eldest enemy
When you are frozen, you are truly dead
Trust the ancient, Norse imagination
Its Eddas do foretell our wintry doom
Stories of frosty annihilation
Were woven long ago upon their loom
Heed their terrifying, blizzard warning
We'll be undone by freezing, not warming
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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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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Comments (8)
Wow! This was gripping! A heck of a poem! Well written!
Marvelously chilling!! Pardon me while I look up "Eddas"... love being educated on here!!
This was far from what I expected when I saw the title. “A sonnet about Winter . . . oh, this should be cute.” I love surprises! Well done, DJ! This is haunting. The only hell worse than being frozen might be having to watch the movie ‘Frozen’ on a continuous loop!
Chilling imagery of winter! Love this! 💌
Oh wow so powerful
Crikey!
i am terrified after reading this...you did a great job.
Yea, I'll just freeze and die, lol. Loved your poem!