Sunday, February 3, 2019

A Long Cold Night/the sunday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

A Long Cold Night

The night is long and cold
The snow still on the ground
Temperatures low
A chill in the air

I swipe the slate clean
Wait for signals
Hints about what I am thinking
Can I touch the deepest part of me

The shy part
The part that remains hidden
The master of the files
Where each day is recorded

Becomes my past
Long strings of words
Wrapped around cylinders
Filled with people

I have known
Loved and lost
Like a gold mine
These saved words

Fill my poems
It is my history (herstory)
I will not be inhibited
Nor judged by my words

I am not on trial
I sit by the fire
No longer chilled
Words flow in the warmth
And the memory of summer

February 3, 2019
Wordle 389:    Night, chill, swipe, signals, hints, touch, shy, files, mine, inhibit, sitting       


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes, our poems are our herstory, for anyone who cares to read. Beautiful, my friend.

Myrna R. said...

I like this so much. Truthful words do tell our story in our poems. I like how you write of this, the imagery is crisp, and your story, told throughout your poetry, is sad, happy, wonderful - all you.

brudberg said...

Great to have a warm place to rest in at the end.

C. Sandlin said...

Struck by the phrase "I am not on trial." For me, it would be easy to get lost in judging past me rather than enjoying the reminders of good times.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Words can change us, and change our world as well. The trick is to use them wisely.

Colonialist said...

Well-crafted from the given words.

Isadora Gruye said...

How funny, I wrote a night poem too! I really like how you use the night as a starting point before the narrator looks to the night within. well done!

Vicki Rogers said...

Love how you used the given words.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I love this so much!!❤️ Especially; "I will not be inhibited/Nor judged by my words/I am not on trial I sit by the fire/No longer chilled." Woww!!❤️

Colleen Looseleaf said...

Gold, fire, Summer, warmth... Something a glow in a cold night.

Mary said...

Sitting by the fire, warmed by the words, is a good thing! One way to get through these cold times.

Vivian Zems said...

Your words remind me of my own story hidden among the pages of my blog. Reaching that shy deep part is so easy with metaphors. Love this, Annelle!

Wendy Bourke said...

Love the 'full circle' way in which you have wrapped this piece between the first verse and last and the articulation you gave to your thoughts on 'herstory' in between. Awesome writing!

R.K. Garon said...

"...The master of the files" unlocked this poem for me.

Whitesnake said...

Interesting one.

Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

  Tricorn Black ,  Raven Wing,   Nevermore Grey ,  Nor'Easter "Tricorn Black," the hat you wear Growing up I ...