Winter Jewels: A Poem
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The air may be cool, but at least it's not stale,
As you breathe out warmth, it's freshness you inhale.
A million tiny crystals spiral in the stars that shine,
A hushed stillness is heard as they fall together and combine.
Fear may hasten as they cover the naked ground,
But sometimes hiding is what heals the earthy mound.
Like a lonely, broken heart, it must become empty first,
A long winter purges the earth, though for color and life it thirsts.
But beauty is still found in the lack of green things growing,
Although, certainly more is happening then nature is showing.
When the blanketed canvas pulls back its soft covers,
The colors push through as a melting, warm sun hovers.
Where would the joy of spring be without the dead of winter?,
The routine would be mundane, another sunny day, no reason and no center.
So breathe in the beauty whether seasoned as lonely winter or loving spring,
Exhale your soul, express your feeling, and show the earth your pleasure or your sting…
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I am glad you could experience it to its fullest, Binaya.Ghimire! I know this poem is out of season, but I'm hoping readers will dive in deeper to the hidden emotions expressed throughout. Also, with it being so hot, its a nice retreat to a cooler season. :)
great hub, i love it...
Thanks, Island Tropical! Your comments always make me :).
Voted up.
(It's been really hot today, though...)
Thanks for voting! Yes, it's been an unusally hot summer actually.
I guess the poem can reflect the feeling, Roll on, winter...
Beautiful. We take for granted how gorgeous and alive winter is, just because it's not green and lush.
That's exactly what I meant, Kmilvet! I'm so glad you could appreciate this. :)
PS: I just noticed the breathing reference again here; elsewhere you call it inhale/exhale.
Wow; you definitely pay attention to details. I didn't even realize this until now.
Although for smokers the whole round and notion of inhaling/exhaling is central to them (no need even to consider doing it! lol), there are a lot more healthy aspects to healthy breathing, that I guess can be a theme developed in poetry and writing. Blessings.
PS I was really thinking of the terms inhale/exhale from the frequent word usage and imagery aspect, of course.
Yes, I definitely like to convey emotion through imagery. Apparently, I like to use breathing or breath in my poetry.
In another of your poems you talk about 'exhaling sin' and 'inhaling grace', which is further, similar imagery. Maybe one day you might find it useful to do a referenced compendium of key words in your poems and short shories.
That sounds like an excellent idea. :)
Now I cant wait for winter.. we live way down here in Brownsville Texas.. the winter down here is in the 80's but I do like the winter.. so thank you so sharing.. I voted up and beautiful
Thanks, Deborah Brooks! I completely understand; I live in south Georgia. It has been a little chilly lately, but I wouldn't call it winter yet. Thank you for kind comment! :)
I think the photo here is from the same source as the one for your latest poem, relating to Christmas!
Well, that's an interesting tidbit. I did notice that the pictures were similar, but I'm not sure if they are from the exact same website. You usually notice patterns among my writings; thanks for sharing!
YW. Re. patterns, they can sometimes exist at various levels simultaneously: writing style, graphics, recurring themes, and the individual, and sometimes slightly mysterious, link which may indicate a link between a writer's words and his or her state of mind. (None of us is a mind-reader, though.) Blessings.
You speak truth, my friend.
You know that words and the power of naming indicate the essence of the human condition, according to the 19th century Christian writer (whose name I can't just remember now). From a different framework, maybe, Chomsky says much the same thing, when he talks about the generative nature of human grammar being unique.
So in the end I reckon this means that the writer sooner or later (with some ppl it's much later...) must reveal something of his or her character and personality.
Blessings.
Binaya.Ghimire 9 months ago
I smell winter, I feel winter, I see winter.