Posted on December 7, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Life, Love, Meditation, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Winter, Writing
Very fine writing!
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between weather systems, between years, between seasons, between seconds…
i do appreciate the word ‘respite’. lend me respite, or i will steal it, and kill for it…
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Lovely yet again 😉
Delightful images…..some of them absolutely superb…like…
“streets of snow
Mixed with a scattered brown batter..”
“orphaned leaves”. 😉
so full of celestial longing for something… and you painted picture of winter in snow of poetry.. I love it.
Early last spring, I did find that lost glove in the woods, little red heart attached to a tree. . . Beautiful.
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Do make hay while the snow
Lay round about the streets.
You will want to breathe
Calm air before the next bout.
So choose to use your rare respite
To cast away all possible doubt
That you can weather the storm.
Bundle up well, keep your spirit warm
I wish I would find my lost glove. I have two singles from two different pairs.
Very nice and a welcomed comment!
Brilliant! This is a perfect description of the path I take to come home after work, and the lost gloves are a crucial part of it!
“scattered brown batter” is brilliant.
Thanks, my friend.
I love the incorporation of reality and it being just as important as the beautiful.
So tactile! Really put me in a moment “Gloves are placed in pockets Or lost on streets of snow Mixed with a scattered brown batter”. Love it!
Respite … Ah yes. I’ll have some please!
Beautiful image and beautiful words. 🙂
This is really cool!
By all means, take as much as you need.
This is beautiful 🙂 Keep doing what you love
Thanks for the likes- its always an honor! cuz you are an awesome poet/writer/artist 🙂
Very beautiful! You just made the winter image in my head so warm and home like. And about the orphaned leaves wanting to reattach themselves to trees..this will stay with me for sometime. Thank you!
Great words with imagery.
I like “Gloves are placed in pockets/Or lost on streets of snow.”
Take good care,
What a beautiful poem!
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A beautiful picture painted with words! My favorite line- “Of orphaned leaves, desperate..To reattach themselves to trees.” Profound.
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This is a wonderful poem Elan. Have you ever tried writing a book? I used to write a lot of poetry, really good stuff people told me. Then one day a had a few ideas for a story and I just sat down and began to write. I`ve been writing ever since! Your quite a poet!
All signs point to yes. Thanks
I love the feeling and visuals your piece evokes.! Thank you for sharing 🙂
Love the image of the scattered brown batter of orphaned leaves….
Love the mental images this evokes!
Poignant and evocative. I have often, as all of do, struggled home through wintry weather; to the metro, the railway station. Our rush to beat the weather, perhaps to jobs we hate, leaves us little time to reflect. Perhaps we ourselves are the fallen leaves… Like the photographs by the way…
Well said. Thanks
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