A Long Cold Night
The night is long and cold
The snow still on the ground
Temperatures low
A chill in the air
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
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
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
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
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
15 comments:
Yes, our poems are our herstory, for anyone who cares to read. Beautiful, my friend.
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.
Great to have a warm place to rest in at the end.
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.
Words can change us, and change our world as well. The trick is to use them wisely.
Well-crafted from the given words.
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!
Love how you used the given words.
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!!❤️
Gold, fire, Summer, warmth... Something a glow in a cold night.
Sitting by the fire, warmed by the words, is a good thing! One way to get through these cold times.
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!
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!
"...The master of the files" unlocked this poem for me.
ZQ
Interesting one.
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