Reflection
A Frosted Verse
A new winter breathes
the year's first frost
coloring the panes of glass
on wood-framed windows
~
A familiar stillness
plays in the chill
resting with the ghosts
we trapped in these walls
~
Light climbs
the morning sky
revealing the cold
left by the night
~
We wished on stars
but life didn’t stop
hellos, goodbyes
changed like seasons
~
Crystal patterns
spread snowflakes
over trapped green
camouflaging the world
~
Foggy grey floats
in a hazy orange gleam
clouding my visions of
sunny days we spent
~
Drops of frozen dew
cover a sleeping earth
with a blanket of
white powder
~
Memories, maybe regrets
swirl with the way
we forgot to say
so many things
~
Silence sits like
mourners of migrated
birds who took their
songs from leafless trees
~
Truth was a gift
we didn't want
hope was a promise
broken by pieces
~
Just like the first frost
believes it won't melt
love never thinks
it will disappear
~
Neither did we
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Imagination, well-chosen words, and emotion touch the reader.
A familiar stillness plays in the chill. Loved your poem. Nicely Done!!!
Winter’s here, and it’s got me thinking about frosty windows, snowy mornings, and all those “what ifs” we never said. The memories? Bittersweet but kinda cozy, like the first frost—pretty, but it doesn’t last. Life, love, and seasons—always changing, but hey, that’s the charm, right?
Superb! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
So many good things about this poem, the imagery. "Truth was a gift we didn't want. Hope was a promise broken by pieces," ...LUV it
Wow. I started thinking, ooh, that's my favorite line, no this one is... This was heartbreaking and beautiful. Excellent.
Stunning and tragically beautifully. I love the image of trapped green so, so much! 💜c
Why did this make me teary? This is amazing
Always know it's going to be something special when you publish something new, sir! This is exceptional! Too many great lines to highlight as favourites! well done, sir!
"Silence sits like mourners of migrated birds who took their songs from leafless trees" These lines are my favourite! Loved your poem!
I can totally relate. Loved your poem