“Cold Mountain” by Cristina Del Sol
no season for sadness
as tears turn to crystal
no freedom to grieve
a more ambient winter
icy fingertips sting
to be stranded
so far from the heart
breathless lungs seize
in shock of the cold
not allowing the voice
to enunciate sorrow
it’s left to the pines
pained and strained
by the hammering wind
to moanfully mourn
such arctic aggression
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
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Wonderful stuff…mind my wife has just returned from the garden having planted various things and her take on the cold upon returning to the house was a little more colloquial!
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glad that I had my shrubs wrapped in burlap this year
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Ah, how I appreciate seeing the world through your eyes with your unique voice . . . Sorry about the arctic blast you’re getting back there!
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temps should lift to normal by tonight
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Breathtaking imagery, Paul. I’m taken by the plight of the pines. Just gorgeous.
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thanks dearly, Anne-Marie
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Love the painting and the poem. We’re stuck in subzero here too on the south west shore of Nova Scotia, but it’s not stopping us from going out to My Favourite Local Restaurant JB’s for Valentine’s Day.
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hope it was a joyful outing
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Reblogged this on Lovely Wounded Lady Says … and commented:
The feeling in this poem reminds me of my experience with a relationship with a psychopath…especially after the discard when the cold truth begins showing itself.
Poetry that is artfully written in a “specifically vague” style …allows for the reader to fill in the details with their own mind.
Excellent poetry from a soulful poet.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers – and for your kind words
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Awesome picture and amazing words. Perfect combination.
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much appreciated
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Splendid. The picture breathes frigid cold.
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thanks kindly
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Great work. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
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it was my pleasure
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Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
Vivid imagery of winter… beautifully penned
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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My pleasure, Paul 🙂
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