this poem was written to accompany some of my winter photos. i originally titled it 'blues' but i would prefer to call it 'winter blues'. even then i'm not sure that that is a satisfying title. anyways, title notwithstanding, it is a poem about trying to get out of the winter mindsets of boredom and depression. here goes:
frozen is not death
cold is not night
beneath, beyond, within:
excitement
crystals and diamonds
motion and structure
in rigidity
lie dormant
in want only of the life of light
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Tyler,
ReplyDeleteyour poetic voice has moved from teenager-voice (squeaky, hi-low, low-hi) to man-voice: something resonant and strong and even.
nice work here,
daddio