You tried to weather the cold with no jacket
that was a dangerous thing to do my dear
there are worse things
than fevers and frost
bit toes
it can be a precarious place here
shifting winds
colder than Colorado
snow falls and stays longer than a cast-iron skillet in an
old kitchen
the grievances of a thousand hurts
lay beneath the snow’s crest
it does not take much to conjure them up
the ghosts of what could have been can walk fields
longer than any continent
yet you walk here in this knee deep snow
expecting winter to walk out
like a dad who has had an affair
you think the warmth of your arms will
one day thaw what is frozen
bring the climate change needed
to heal and grow the underbrush
to break what should be truly broken
yes you were the light in the distance
the one that came through the break in the trees
but sometimes the one reaching out to help
gets pulled into the great abyss
you tried to weather the cold with no jacket
that was a dangerous thing to do my dear.
Note:
~For the record this is not about me.
It is people I have known
Hearts I have tried to love
Places I have walked away from
and my heart could not forget~.
I love this so much:
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What a captivating piece.
Thank you so much....that makes me happy, ironically I meant to say knee deep...which I have fixed, but knee keep kind of works too.
DeleteI thought it was brilliant and beautiful.
DeleteAwww consider yourself hugged! ((((((((O))))))))
DeleteBeautifully describes some people I've known as well....those fellows with the warm arms, etc! I love your way with words, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Beverly! You have a way with words yourself. 💐
DeleteOne won't last long being out in the bitter cold. Nicely used metaphor. It takes many traits to intercede or guide when help isn't asked for. Psuedo Big Sister help?
ReplyDeleteI liked your form, lots of eye openers.
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Thanks Jim....thank you for stopping by.
DeleteThis is eerie--the images of snow and things that stay, unused and forgotten pile up and chill. A good warning poem.
ReplyDeleteI always love it when I can manage eerie. Thanks my friend. :-)
DeleteThe opening and closing lines are great bookends. Trying to weather the cold without a jacked often leads to
ReplyDeletepain. The dark abyss seems to come from places that once held light. (I think warm knitted mittens are needed)
You are very right Truedessa and thank you so much. I agree knitted mittens are a wonderful idea!
DeleteThere is much history in your poem .... story after story. I loved the snowfall and cast-iron skillet in the old kitchen analogy. Brava.
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you my friend!
DeleteGah. This hits the heart, my friend...........the soul trying to walk in the cold with no jacket, that we have loved and been unable to save.......I especially love "snow falls and stays longer than a cast-iron skillet in an old kitchen"........wonderful. I recall my mother's black greasy iron skillet and how our eggs were flecked with black from the pan............I have been unable to own one - horrible memories of that skillet. This is a marvelous poem, so well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sherry my friend! I bet you could tell some fabulous tales about that skillet and that kitchen as well!
Delete"stays longer than a cast-iron skillet in an old kitchen" - I still have my mother's cast iron skillet, maybe 70 years old. Nothing cooks better.
ReplyDeleteYes those skillets are the best. Glad you stopped by Qbit. :-)
DeleteStunning!! This is awesome 👏🏽
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you so much Vivian!
DeleteGlad this is not about you, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteMe too Sandi....thank you for reading my blog. :-)
DeleteThe repeated line really drives this home and the theme of it fits so well with the season of snow.
ReplyDeleteThank you Zander. So glad you joined us at the Muse this week!
DeleteI love the comparison to the skillets! Yeah, sometimes when someone tries to help someone else, they just end up in the same mess that person was in, only now it's their mess too. This is marvelous work, Carrie, so much keenly observed truth in it.
ReplyDeleteAwwwww thank you so much Shay, and yes sometimes helping ends up only adding more hurt to another.
DeleteDont we all, need a jacked in the snow. Nice one Carrie
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to.read mine
Much💖love
Thank you dear Gillena, and I so enjoyed your poem for this.
DeleteHow goes the saying Carrie, “No good intention goes unpunished”. Strong bit of writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rob and yes that saying can be quite true!
DeleteThis is beautiful, powerful writing. I have felt the frostbite of trying to help when it was a damned if you do and damned if you don't situation. Pain can certainly bring a harsh winter.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my friend. Yes it is a harsh winter indeed to deal with some hearts. It brings pain in all directions.
DeleteThe imagery in this is wonderful. The cold was felt.
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