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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 101- (November 12th-19th) Poems--- Topic: Warmth DONE!!

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message 1: by Katrina (new)

Katrina Knight (KatrinaKnight) Hey its been a long time, i thought it was finally time to post something again. wrote this a few weeks ago but it fits the topic so please lemme know what you think.

There be no Warmth
By Katrina Knight

There is Ice edged air swirling backwards across these numbed fingers, mine
Autumn leafs, they are crunching and crushing, dying under my battered feet
Dead green, fallen orange, grey light, black hearted colors, of my muted mind
Looking down again studying the streets, avoiding the gazes, everyone I meet

Thousand cracks in this sidewalk, lying low, hundred thousand leafs, fallen in
One Sad little song bird huddled against the wind, ironically whispering plight
She is sitting, and waiting, and singing, this song of sorrow, of muted emotion
Then she is flying away, like a leaf on Octobers wind, gone into the fading light

Rain starts to fall along these, bruised broken streets, on the rotting fallen

There is Ice edged air swirling backwards across these numbed fingers, mine
Autumn leafs; they are crunching and crushing, dying under my battered feet
Dead green, fallen orange, grey light, black hearted colors, of my muted mind
Looking down again studying the streets, avoiding the gazes, everyone I meet

Thousand cracks in this sidewalk, lying low; hundred thousand leafs, fallen in
One Sad little song bird huddled against the wind, ironically whispering plight
She is sitting, and waiting, and singing, this song of sorrow, of muted emotion
Then she is flying away, like a leaf on Octobers wind, gone into the fading light

Mist starts swirling along these, bruised broken streets, on to the rotting fallen
It is wetting the skin of my face, my hands, and my jacket of leather, icy gusting
The cold rain turns to snow, as the sun falls and sets, fades to the nothing, dark
In the snowing dark, there is no streets, no leafs, there is no colors, just nothing

The blowing wind in the dark is the autumn and winter waving good bye, hello
As if they were alive and could think and breathe, really they are as empty as me
Darkness, winter comes and settles in, covers the leafs, warm blankets of snow
Fallen grey, winter white, and the black of night, define the soul, inside of me


message 2: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Katrina’s poem weaves an atmosphere of autumn and rain. An image that really appeals to me is “like a leaf on October’s wind, gone into the fading light . . .”

Alex’s poem leaves me with all sort of questions. Who is she and why has she been stabbed? Who is the man, and why is he just walking away, leaving her there dead? I have a feeling I’ll find out someday when I read one of Al’s novels.


message 3: by Caitlan (new)

Caitlan (lionesserampant) | 2869 comments Good job Al and Katrina ;)


message 4: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Alex, you’re very good at sketching circumstances. I’ve gotten so used to it that I take it for granted and didn’t think to say anything about it. Nicely done (as usual).


message 5: by Caitlan (new)

Caitlan (lionesserampant) | 2869 comments You are welcome :)


message 6: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Autumn Night

He woke to the smell of her hair,
her warmth, the quiet rise and fall
of her breathing, a vague recall
of cocktails after work, and where.

His arm, as if of its own will,
wanting her, wrapped around her waist,
then came the soft, heavenly taste
of her, the evening’s doings still

too strange to be believed--the dread
of losing her, his blank surprise
at the confusion in her eyes,
her sudden tears, things left unsaid.


message 7: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Thank you, Alex!


message 8: by Caitlan (new)

Caitlan (lionesserampant) | 2869 comments OH, I love it m :)


message 9: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Thanks, Kat!


message 10: by Caitlan (new)

Caitlan (lionesserampant) | 2869 comments welcome ;)


message 11: by Jessica (new)

Jessica (eyrer) These are really good. Great topic, too.


message 12: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Thanks, Jessica!


message 13: by Hanzleberry (new)

Hanzleberry (doughboyissweet) | 1065 comments M and Al... you two are amazing! :D M, your poem makes me feel like I'm missing something. It's melancholy, but nice! Lol. And Alex, my dear... your suspenseful description and then "He walks." LOl. That made me laugh. HA! :D


message 14: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Thanks, Han! I left the poem open-ended to make it look as though there's more to it than there really is. I wrote it at 5 a.m. while I was ironing a pair of pants.


message 15: by Jan (new)

Jan (auntyjan) | 196 comments You're still ironing? I think you were ironing or doing laundry last time I was here, and that was a while ago...


message 16: by Stephanie (new)

Stephanie (chasmofbooks) | 2875 comments Haha


message 17: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments Hi, Jan! I just got back from a visit to Louisiana to see my parents. I always eat very well when I go over there.


message 18: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments The laundry chore never ends. If they ever quit making spray starch, I’m sunk.


message 19: by Stephanie (last edited Nov 20, 2011 06:23AM) (new)

Stephanie (chasmofbooks) | 2875 comments I haven't ironed in years....

I must say, I prefer laundry over dishes though.


message 20: by Edward (new)

Edward (edwardtheresejr) | 2434 comments I use to iron, but my parents thought this was weird for anything except special occassions. Besides I already wear polos and button ups (tucked-in) all the time; maybe a few wrinkles is a good thing.

It'll be hard to vote this week.


message 21: by M (new)

M | 11075 comments I don’t like doing dishes. What I really don’t like is doing them first thing when I wake up in the morning.


message 22: by Edward (new)

Edward (edwardtheresejr) | 2434 comments Maybe third thing in the morning, but not first.


message 23: by mic (new)

mic | 82 comments When I saw the topic, it reminded me of a poem I wrote, so I'll post it just for fun even though I missed the deadline :)


And then sometimes...
sometimes you know the meaning of what I say before it’s spoken
because you’ve said it so many times in your own head.
What was that warmth on the blustery day I met you,
and why did it take half a year to traverse the distance
brave the winds
huddle against the storm
between us
to reach me?
And why did you sit in the shadows
strumming a wistful song
when the bonfire glowed across the black grass?


message 24: by Guy (last edited Nov 20, 2011 05:10PM) (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11106 comments These are all very well done. Great imagery in Katrina's and mic's. Loved how evocative and feeling were M's and Al's. Nice. Another tough choice to make.


message 25: by M (last edited Nov 20, 2011 05:25PM) (new)

M | 11075 comments Wow, mic! There’s so much to like about this. It’s introspective and vivid, and the last three lines are arresting.


message 26: by Hanzleberry (new)

Hanzleberry (doughboyissweet) | 1065 comments Wow, Gurrl! ;) I love the emotion in your poem! I'm so glad you posted this. And in a strange way, I feel like I can relate to it.. Nice job, dear! :D


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