Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Bite Of The Wind
Have we missed the bite of the wind?
So long has the heat
Steered us into beliefs….of
The shortened life of trees
We can see all branches
Shudder with the bite
Reminding us of our connection
Or what is sometimes called
Our lives…… with cheeks frozen
Hands numb with happiness.
Are we fools to want to understand?
The whisperer who sings
Unmistakable notes in our ears
Holds us back, slows our walk.
It is a coldness, a thinking chill
A brisk wondering, cool passion….
Now…
Is it now? When the heat wave
Hurries us along
With faces flushed, panting
To understand an irresistible anger
Caused by our own temperature
Of the death of trees
The souring of rivers
The forgotten pond
The pond sits in our teakettles…….
We mimic the heat…. as
Summer invades the fall
Seasons drive by like bullets
The friction of the kill
Blurs things into scorch
Confusing the trees
Swelling the rivers
The new winter melts glaciers
In our throats,
We guzzle snow as we choke
On our own stream of consciousness
Filling the heated, wounded gut……
Where we are never safe
Until everything has been boiled…. And….
In an attempt to rush the heat
We point guns at loved ones
Attempting to shoot our way
Into the cold or out of anger
For shooting love is the quickest
Way to freeze us out of madness
When all questions and answers
Burn on multiple sources of heat
Then…??
Are we mistaken to listen?
To The whisperer that works
Its way in between our warm clothing
It tickles, biting softly
imprinting its song on the back of our necks
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Beautiful imagery! I love the choice of your words. Well crafted. 🙂
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A beautiful poem Elan, thanks
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Wonderful picture and verse
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Full of personification and implied metaphor. I like it.
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Beautiful analogies and descriptions. I love the changing of the seasons. I grieve the loss of the leaves now, but soon will grieve the loss of cold weather.
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So many glorious pictures in my brain: The branches, shuddering– The pond in the tea kettle– The seasons driving by like bullets. Holy crap, that’s good stuff. Bravo!
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Penetrating look at what is happening to our earth.
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Beautiful verses and fabulous picture.
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Wonderful words Elan all magically intertwined to make something so glorious …….
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, one of the things most difficult for a poet in this moment in time is to mix the seasons, the heat and the cold, with the passions of human beings. You have so excessively succeeded in bringing a fresh voice into this particular world of poetic expression. Bravo.
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Those who believe not in global warming, aka climate change, are blind and deaf to the world around them. Likewise, those who believe not in love will be oblivious to this wonderful, wonderful piece. I was smitten by:
Are we mistaken to listen?
To The whisperer that works
Its way in between our warm clothing
It tickles, biting softly
imprinting its song on the back of our necks
Elan, if I were in the USA, I would beg you to take tea with me.
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Well crafted. Enjoyed it
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Truly well spoken..
Most don’t listen,
deaf to the world
and it’s winding roads of life..
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