“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Icy Wind


An icy wind blows
in frigid bone-cracking cold,
showing no mercy.

Fleeing the harsh winds,
all living beings scurry,
searching for shelter.

Lower daylight hours
thrust waiting into darkness
even in refuge.


Karen said...

Suits our weather here perfectly!

Muffie said...

Reading this makes me even colder! Brrrr... but you totally captured the feeling!

Anonymous said...

I simply loved this poem! It is beautiful and moving! Thank you!

Andaje said...

ohhhh...I just hope it gets warmer there as going to visit your state next month escaping the cold weather we have here

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

This poem is interesting for me because after writing it and then reading it once posted, I realized it had an additional meaning I had not appreciated before. The poem was written during my book creation process to capture a wintertime reality. It can, however, be viewed as a highly metaphorical poem addressing what happens when challenge, misfortune, a tragedy, etc. occur in one’s life. The first verse identifies the misfortune; the second, the reaction; the third, the outcome. Honestly, it is moments like this insight which give me chills because they make me realize I am not alone in this writing process, whatever that means. I just know that consciously I had not intended this alternative interpretation, but it can be read clearly now. As I said when discussing my book’s creation in my other blog, Judith Mercado (http://judithmercadoauthor.blogspot.com/2014/01/from-creation-to-transformation.html), these poems are the universe’s gift to me.

Karen, I’m glad I was able to describe it well.

Muff, It helps that I once lived in Chicago.

Line, thank you for visiting my blog and for your kind words about my poem.

Anne, I, too, hope the weather is favorable when you come.