The Northern expanse
My soul does travel
Seeking refuge.
The Northern wind
Blows cold
Through ones body.
Leaving it
Frozen
To the core.
White tears
Gather around
My eyes.
Before falling
To the ground
In a pile of snow.
As I wonder
Will you
Be there?
When
As I stumble
And fall.
To pick me up
Again.
Sharing my love
With you
Now and forever.
Therisa © 2016
Author's notes: Something different, from me. Will admit, I had Sarah McLaughlin running through my mind, as I wrote. Guess, you could call it, a belated Valentine's Day poem.
7 comments:
I really like the way you have crafted this poem, Therisa. The idea of the tears gathering and then falling into a pile of snow. I can picture these tears actually BECOMING snow as they fall. Very effective imagery. Ah, and I think we may all hope that when we fall (as we all will) there will be someone there to pick us up, or at least to lend a hand. And, ha, I haven't listened to Sarah McLaughlin in a while....but always did like her. Smiles.
i like the comforting feeling at the end.."Before falling
To the ground / In a pile of snow." my favorite part...
Thank you, Mary. Even now, as I reread this, I hear Sarah McLaughlin's voice, singing it, to me, in my head.
Does this date me, as I can remember her, releasing her first album/cd, "Vox", as a teenager, and falling in love, with her voice, as a teenager.
Thank you, Sumana, for your kind and generous words.
This is beautiful......!!!
It's nice to know that someone close one will be there for us....
it's always not too late to write a love poem. :)
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