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Thursday, 1 December 2011

Winters Blues by pete marshall



Winters Blues
by pete marshall

Leaves still cling upon the trees
as cloudless skies embellish rays
of sun that hovers low beneath
the Winter blues that shorten days

Breath encircles worried minds
that hang from spiders silken threads
that shimmer bright in morning light
yet in the shadows harbours death

Damp that settles on the ground
where grass & weeds are mulched as one
that sees the snakes go slither by
whilst Summers work is left undone

A child’s bike lays on its side
left alone to play no more
its wheels entwined with Winters grief
abandoned, broke, upon the floor

A veil is drawn passed waiting eyes
that looked beyond these changing times
where man once walked the beat of life
yet turned his back, we missed the signs

Where hope is lost to those that deem
when Winters wrath sunk Autumn dreams
and storms have battered withered souls
who slip from life before they go……

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Elements in the news this week rekindled the pain of losing someone close. Depression is an illness, something that should never be taken lightly, something that is very close to my heart.



12 comments:

Despoina said...

A piece of art! It touched me deeply!Excellent poem Pete, well done!

Sheila Moore said...

withered souls who slip from life before they go - this is exactly how I view it. lost one of our best friends to depression this summer. it stings so badly. i feel ya.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Pete, your work evokes for me, the early modern poets, Thomas Hardy, Dylan Thomas in that sense of how closely linked we are to the seasonal changes and how our own lives must be part of the cycles of weather.

The third stanza, and the fifth brought that home to me very clearly.

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful write.

Leslie said...

Glad to see you writing again Pete
your words always strike a deep part where people need to feel
One great part of poetry is to evoke emotion - you do that well

Moonie

Miranda said...

I really appreciate what you said with this beautiful poem
Miranda<3

Christine Ramsay said...

You are a great talent, Pete. and you paint such a bleak picture with these words. A hauntingly beautiful poem.

cj Schlottman said...

So visual and filled with concrete images. You have done a wonderful job of making me see your loss, feel it. Thanks.

Namaste..........cj

cj Schlottman said...

So visual and filled with concrete images. You have done a wonderful job of making me see your loss, feel it. Thanks.

Namaste..........cj

Joanne said...

What Kerry said. I love this form. It suits you so well. And I feel the pushing down of the snow, cold, blue, death (especially since I lived in England for awhile and the damp cold....). And yet, and yet, soon the sun will stay longer, the light will grow warmer, the cycle will change, and the rose will bloom. In the meantime, I feel your heartache, literally, actually, as I write.

booguloo said...

I agree with Despoina. I especially like the second stanza.

Dean said...

Words were never spoken so eloquently about the subject and state of arrest. Another voice from my insides other than mine has come out and rang the bell. Thank you so very much for sharing this, with all of us. ~D