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the beckoning call
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Winter’s icy voice,
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an apathetic hiss through
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gangways and alleys,
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the callous slicing
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across streets and tender skin.
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there’s no reprieve in
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this frigid metropolis,
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stripped naked when ice winds sneak,
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under window sills…
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through mortar and psyche…
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stirring the blackened mold of
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toxic memories.
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it’s the helplessness
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against this relentless howl…
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the beckoning call
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of the white season…
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the rerun of fatal fears..
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of hibernation…
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i dream of the womb,
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in amniotic innocence
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pregnant with Hope.
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i believe in Hope,
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I believe in Redemption
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and in Renewal.
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to erase my eyes
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of each cruelty i’ve seen,
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and sleep… until Spring.
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who could know then 
i dream of the womb,
in amniotic innocence
pregnant with Hope.
arrghhh why can’t I think of those lines – beautiful ‘coods’ ~ beautiful
heh, i had those lines written in my head on Wednesday hoping it could fit
in the syllable discipline, it was so important, i was going to scrap
the Haiku form if it didn’t. ty for finding it Jen, you always seem to!
Agreed!
i really appreciate that, ty so much!
Thank you š
Like what you did with this one.
hey beeseeker, ty…it feels as though my words are ‘returning’,
they’ve been missing for a while.lol!
This was wonderful. It made me anticipate each line! š
good morning mishunderstood, ty for telling me that, i learn so
much from my friends, i didn’t realize this poem had that kind of
anticipatory energy until you mentioned it.
I agree with Jenny that was favorite as well, outstanding work I mean really I wish I could write like this!
ty my dear friend, that means a lot coming from you
’cause i feel that way about your poetry too ! lol!
i find myself just shaking my head after reading your words,
and would pay dearly to spend a day in your brain!
Now that is a scary place to be, I say this from experience! Thank you so much you spoil me lol
you deserve spoiling…
‘Now that is a scary place to be’
heh…’wanna trade? LOL!
lol your mind is intriguing we could try a swap
ok, the next time i get tired of being in my head,
which will probably be sooner than later, we can swap.LOL
it would make for some very interesting poetry!
I think so! lol
Absolutely beautiful.
hi Skye, ty for such kindness. i really appreciate it,
it feels like i’m finding my words again, finding home.
Well, I am glad to be along for your journey home. It is a blessing to my heart. A heart like yours deserves to be home. š xx
Skye, i hope you know you’ve become my Angel of Kindness
That is so sweet!! I will wear that honor proudly. š ((flies away–but shall be back)) lol
ty…… Angel wings suit you Skye!
i believe you’ll be back ’cause Angels never lie….
š
Wonderful piece, beautiful words.
Wonderful and your words speak for the masses. You have defined our state of being.
ty Sis…heh, sort of like a State of the Union for us Chicagoans right now. aacchhh!
we’re on the 3rd floor and the wind is lierally blowing throught the window frames!
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Wow, this is such a powerful and thoughtfully done poem, kudos!!!
ty Chess, ty so much!
š
Hi! I’ve nominated you for the “Blog Of The Year” Award! Congrats!
Follow this link: http://painttheworldwithwords.wordpress.com/?p=714
painttheworldwithwords…in the past i have accepted awards with a smile, and half
the fun in getting an award, at least for me was giving them, but the last 2 times
i was nominated i found no one to give the award to. i seem to travel in āAward Freeā
blog circles, i guess.
but ty very kindly for thinking of me!
Awwwh! Yes, sometimes there may be dry spell of awards! But Im glad I found your blog:)
Be inspired and share the love
Once again, your talent shines — this is good!
oh Dawn, ty so much. the Haiku form has really taken hold of me,
for some reason the syllable discipline and restraint required
suits me like a second skin and the words just pour out.
You sure know how to work those words, that’s for sure.
heh,’work those words’…is that like shaking your hips for poets?
Indeed, I think it is.
ok, then i should do some stretching, don’t want to pull any muscles! Haha..
Reblogged this on dawnyhosking and commented:
This is good!
ty so much Dawn, for allowing my poem to grace your pages.
That is absolutely my pleasure — do you accept awards?
Dawn, in the past i have, and half the fun in getting an award, at least for me
was giving them, but the last 2 times i was nominated i found no one to give the
award to. i seem to travel in ‘Award Free’ blog circles, i guess.
but ty very kindly for thinking of me!
That’s fine, I just thought I’d check with you. I think your blog is amazing.
well, i really do appreciate you thinking of me Dawn,and that you think that way about my blog and what i write, what’s the word i saw you use the other day…gobsmacked?…so yes, i’m a little gobsmacked!
are you entering the Haiku Daily Post Challenge?
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
i only participated in one of those challenges very early on, but i think i might send them 5 Haiku on Friday just for the heck of it.
I wasn’t aware of the Haiku challenge — I may look into it if I get a chance. Good luck with yours.
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Wow, this was a powerful read. You have the way with words, my friend. I enjoyed this piece a lot.
oh Noora, i’m so happy to see you, always. and ty, i think i’m beginning to retrieve my
words again after a brief absence. i lost them for a bit….i’m so glad you liked it,
that encourages me a lot, coming from you.
Wonderful write š “stirring the blackened mold of toxic memories.” great line
ty Melanie, and that’s how it feels too.
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Winter has a magical touch
Snow fall urges hands to feel
the cold and numbness, that is real
we cover , we shiver, we attempt to deal
winter is magical..like a fairy on wheels š
Will not hibernate
will not miss..this light silvery kiss
snow covers..where grass has died
winter has come to bring an end
to cycle of life..for a new beginning
Trees are bare and we tend to share
warmth of heart..we sing we care
sun when glares..we tend to stare
at the chilling breeze..no one can see
just feel…it is real
kalabalu, you should post this beautiful poem, did you just write this
on the spot in response to my poem?
Yes š I did..your words inspired me
ty for saying that kalabalu, i just saw that you posted your poem
and it seems to have gotten quite a good response. i’m happy for you!
I am glad I listened to you š ty
you are most welcome kalabalu, just thought your poem
really deserved a wider audience!
š
love the photo too.. Photography is my love… š
hi E.D. and ty. are there examples of your photography on your blog?
yes, the photos are mine. I take many but I do not always use them on the blog.. I might use more next year. Depends on the post.. Depends on the subject. Most of my photos are of France, some of India, yet to post.. Hope to take more in London this Xmas.. thanks eve.. p.s. have a blessed Christmas.. eve
i’m glad to hear you might be posting more, you have a very discerning eye.
is there a reason your blog doesn’t accept comments, E.D.