a
winter storm of cold has come
the soul of frigidity
nips at our toes,gray covers skies fill our days
leaving frost and chills the nights
ere
to dissipate the damage
of this
cold of hate and deep etched scar,leaving behind a pain filled heart,
with tears of a battered, tattered soul
of self imposed human toll
but
life amends and shall once again
revolve
around to face the sun’s warmthwhilst the nascence of a new morn
shall reawaken with life's song
and will redress of spring
correcting what's gone wrong
Bless you fore the heart and the hope in this poem, my friend. We need all the positives we can get!
ReplyDeletewe are the voice, mi amiga. it is our platform of music with words that must speak up, loudly. and the music plays on
DeleteSuch hate now...especially here...and without our voices raised in hope and love we would be lost...thank you for such a lovely song! We need to hear it and raise our voices to it....
ReplyDeleteWe need those night to cleanse us... we seem have been on the same thought here... there is hope in waking up a newborn day.
ReplyDeletewhilst the nascence of a new morn
ReplyDeleteshall reawaken with song
and redress of spring
I admire the positive tone of this poem :)
Well penned.
though there's that cold darkness enveloping the world right now the poets will always sing of light and warmth...beautiful...
ReplyDeleteI think you are right....the new morn offers hope.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, the very nature of our globe promises renewal. Your images of cold are stark and put me on the unlit moon!
ReplyDeleteI love the hope you express here. May it come to pass.
ReplyDeleteLoved the optimism and positivity in the poem...I believe in this way, too... :-)
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