When the winter nights draw their black curtains over the expanse of the horizon,
and start to install their quietness into the heart of the existence,
When the mournful cold winds vent their sadness to the empathetic ears of the green leaves,
and they start to move in shivering sorrow,
When the cold winds vent their grief to the rigid pavements,
and they start to feel touched and begin to blow their dust at the insensitive passersby,
When the compassionate moon becomes more emotional and sheds its silver tears on the fluffy black clouds,
When the crowded streets become empty, and all their noisy trivialities start to subside gradually,
When streets lamps become fogged by the mist of the cold winter's exhaled breath,
and start to appear like spooky spirits,
When the deserted streets feel abandoned and cannot help giving in to their old sadness of their former days,
When the spirits of the deceased ones start to roam across their ancient residence,
and keep screaming voicelessly through the shroud of melancholic darkness that wraps their old abodes,
When the lonely walker begins to feel a mysterious message that keeps whispering in his soul,
A mysterious message that calls every soul from afar and away existence.
A message about our real home and the real meaning of our life,
beyond this dismal, dispiriting, mournful, alienating, cold winter nights.
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Samer Amin (
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Those cold winter nights can bring such deep thoughts within us.
Andy
Thank you Andy for highlighting the bottom-line of these lines.
Those cold winter nights can actually provoke many feelings related to the subconscious interaction between the hidden messages in nature and the spiritual alienation, which can make some people feel that they do not fully belong to this cold emotionless world, and their perpetual aspiration for a far more warmer and empathetic place.
Good write Samer.
We're rattling on through this year now, though at times it seems to go very slow.
We don't wait - come the end of March (in UK) we force an hour less darkness in the evenings, by changing the clocks!
My unimaginative poem was going to be 'On cold winter nights / I've gone to bed early!' lol.
Thanks a lot!
Actually, your poetic verse: ''On cold winter nights, I've gone to bed early!'', can be so imaginative because it would kindle the imagination of your readers about what was the real reason behind going to the bed early, and of course they would keep assuming many intricate reasons behind the mere face-value of the simple meaning.
I see - that's good!
Yet, I could have dozed off, and missed all this in your poem. I never knew there was so much goes on at nights. Well, I know now! lol.
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what a marriage between image and words you've sculpted here dear Poet, a wonderfully worded depiction of the loneliness a winter's night can represent,
a universal sentiment shared by us all of differing ethnicities and belief systems, at one time or another...
Thanks a lot for your elegant and articulated way of describing the main idea of these lines.
Actually, it is all about the profound lifelong sense of ''alienation'' and the ''severe indifference'' that we can feel and suffer at the hands of this unsympathetic world.
This solitude walk during these cold winter's nights, can provoke a lot of bitter sensations regarding the woeful situation of our souls amid this unsympathetic ocean of darkness and estrangement.
The lonely feeling of that wintery cold when dark covered the scary streets was made ever so real by your talented word-use - good picture too - thank you for sharing it Samer
Thank you too Fay for your exceptional mental visualization of the imagery picture.
These dark wintry nights used to install inexplicable sense of severe alienation and emotional isolation within the soul, and also used to provoke a lot of unanswerable philosophical questions about the deep meaning of this life, and how we can achieve fulfilling happiness amid this unfriendly and indifferent world.
It all turns inward with dark cold. Good read Samer.
Thank you Jerry! That's so true.
The dark cold provokes all these sensations, and personifies all these feelings within our psyche.
I agree with you about the subjectivity of these feelings.
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