Thursday, November 10, 2011

Flash Friday 55: Winter Thoughts

 

Days in winter grow shorter,
Thoughts in me become sportier,
I write yet fail
to feel:
How the Moon with her flickering hope
hanging on bare cliff like a rope,
How November dusk blows cold kisses
to lonely gray houses,
and how I rake wet leaves in my hard drive
to see life between us.

*****


Image Credit: google.com

49 comments:

Kathy said...

Beautiful!
Kathy

Heaven said...

I feel the winter chill and cold kisses in your poem ..nice share ~

Happy friday ~

G-Man said...

Yeah it's coming...
Chilling 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Brian Miller said...

rake wet leaves in my hard drive...i like that this can be interpreted a couple ways...ha...

Janet said...

This read gave me that delicious prickle from my nose to my toes. I have no favorite line. the whole poem is alive and beautiful!

moondustwriter said...

Yes the Moon does that ( has the last vestiges of hope ~always...)

Happy Friday

Daydreamertoo said...

I am so not looking forward to winter. It does have its beauty but, hate the cold and all that shoveling snow.
Great 55 :)

ds said...

Wonderful! Thank you.

magiceye said...

lovely imagery!

Matt D said...

Winter is coming ...

SprigBlossoms said...

Sporty lines on a chilly day. Enjoyed it!

KB said...

Beautiful 55.

Tarang Sinha said...

Nice composition and beautiful picture!:)

somewhereamelody said...

"How the Moon with her flickering hope
hanging on bare cliff like a rope,
How November dusk blows cold kisses
to lonely gray houses,"...
Oh Wow. Simply beautiful!

MorningAJ said...

That's beautiful.

Dave King said...

I like the variety of rhyme, half rhyme and near rhyme. Well handled.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Very nicely observed and captured with a winter time feeling.

Eileen

Old Ollie said...

really good piece - it really flows well, and I can totally relate to your experience...oh winter.

Other Mary said...

Wow, great imagery. You really pack a punch in only 55 words.

Laurie Kolp said...

It's hard to feel when raking leaves, but this is breath-taking:

How the Moon with her flickering hope hanging on bare cliff like a rope, How November dusk blows cold kisses to lonely gray houses

kaykuala said...

Great verse! The chills of winter is brought out alive in your verse!

Hank

mylittlewordz said...

Very self-reflecting, and deep. I like it.

Jamie

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

I like the dichotomy between realism and whimsy here. Nice 55.

Monkey Man said...

Rather the chill of winter roll over us slowly than take us by surprise. Beautifully penned.

Akelamalu said...

Lovely 55!

Thanks for dropping by to read my 55 and taking the time to comment. :)

Yousei Hime said...

Thank you for the visit. Clever poem and lovely art. I particularly like the ending: "and how I rake wet/leaves in my hard drive/to see life between us."

Alice Audrey said...

Wet leaves on the hard drive is such strong imagery. I love it.

Claudia said...

how I rake wet leaves in my hard drive
to see life between us...i like..a lot

anthonynorth said...

Excellent words for the season.

rch said...

Very original (as usual), gives me the chills in more ways than one.

izzy said...

Yes we have been warned- I guess we have to grow 'sportier to endure. Thanks

Yvonne Osborne said...

You caught me by surprise at the end. And that is a good thing.

Very nice 55!!

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Nice one for a chilly full-moon night.

Rohit said...

touchy..i can almost feel the gentle sunshine on a cold morning ..through your words

yellowhousecafe said...

A cold 55, but not for lack of emotion...wonderful feelings here, indeed ~

Teresa said...

Wonderful imagery! That cold weather is coming.

Lydia said...

Now that is a perfect seasonal poem!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Love the "Moon with her flickering hope"......and the unexpected last line.......image is wonderful too!

Lolamouse said...

Lovely!

Ella said...

I love your take on winter! Well Done~ ;D

turtlememoir said...

Cool images - I love how "November dusk blows cold kisses to lonely gray houses"...

Sheila Moore said...

very beautifully expressed. somber yet serene.

Neni said...

what a strong and beautiful words... :)
*Neni

eclipseofthemoon said...

Liked the imagery here
Nicely done

Susie Clevenger said...

A great poem as always...I love you last line...how I rake wet leaves in my hard drive to see life between us...

Melissa Ridley Elmes said...

Oh, the sound of a rake against the cement in the driveway! Eep. Got my teeth tingling! Here's my offering this week: http://caridwen.wordpress.com/2012/04/04/drafting-in-memoriam-adrienne-rich/

Mark said...

You certainly haven't failed here - a more than
Valiant attempt to capture all the wondrous images you describe.

halfwaybetweenthegutter said...

Great poem; I can imagine just how cold the air must feel.

http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/2012/04/04/epiphany-2/

Die Reise meines Leben said...

Wittily beautiful about the seasons. Great work!