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Winter’s Kiss.
Boney hands of winter weave icy
chills between each falling leaf,
first frosts peep silent through
loosely curtained windows.
Cruelly stripped trees bare all
to ever watchful eyes,
and await the coldest kiss of night.
A wonderfully penned vision
A wonderfully penned vision of the creeping of Winter's intrusion.
Too long the wait, but this piece of beauty eases the sting a bit, welcome back.
Thank you so much Wordman,
Thank you so much Wordman, your words are a great encouragement to me,
I will do my best to follow this one with another when inspiration arrives again. :-)
I applaud the way this fine
I applaud the way this fine poem, in such a brief space, creates both an imagery of winter and, just between the lines, an eerie sense of foreboding. Putting so much into so few lines is, in my opinion, a sign of tremendous verbal skill.
J-Called
Thank you so much Starward,
Thank you so much Starward, you are very kind. Writer's block is a curse when it decides to stay for a while, hopefully it will leave now. :-)
Writers' block sometimes is
Writers' block sometimes is necessary to allow the next project to form. Mark Twain described creativity as being like a water well, and when the level ran low, writers' block intervenes until water is resupplied to the expected level. I think of another very famous case of writers' block: a nineteen year old girl was vacationing in Geneva, Switzerland, with four friends for the summer. They decided that each one would write a ghost story, and as soon as the suggestion was made, they all began to put pens to paper. All except the nineteen year old girl: no matter how she tried, she just couldn't come up with an idea. Some time later, she had a terrific nightmare, which kept her up for the rest of the night, and the next morning, at breakfast, she announced that she had thought of a story. As she wrote it, she decided to expand it into a novel. Her name was Mary Shelley, and the short story that came to her during that writers' block, and became a novel, was Frankenstein, and it has never been out of print.
J-Called
Thank you , the well idea
Thank you , the well idea really made sense to me I think you are right. Perhaps it's time to start drawing from it again.