Winter Loneliness

MendedFences27

Winter Loneliness

 

Amid the snow banks of despair

and the slush of fallen tears

a heart is cast away, frozen

unable to beat

ice-capped by rejection.

 

It was a sad and lonely cold spell

that caused the temperature to fall

to turn the hot summer of attraction

into autumn’s change of color

and winter’s loneliness.

 

A heart, warm and rhythmic and fondly given

drenched in love and passion

inflamed through summer’s heat

yet was destined to die 

from its own infection.

 

Too hot to be handled, it was set aside to cool.

Forgotten, it became encased in ice

and blocked by friendship, it froze.

 

As Nature will in time 

it renewed a balance of warmth.

The heart thawed and began to function. 

One day, it started beating rapidly

from the sense of another becoming unfrozen

and to which it grew attached.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2022 21:37
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 35
  • Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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  • Aradhya

    just like everything in the nature, change is inevitable to human heart too. through the change we experience, we grow. beautifully written a harsh truth with poetic words. excellent!

    • MendedFences27

      Thank you, Aradhya. Your comments are most encouraging.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good words Phil but we know that it will not last and the seasons will show us different aspects of our lives.

      Andy

      • MendedFences27

        Thank you, Andy. You are so right. I was just personifying a heart.

      • Fay Slimm.

        A wonderful use of metaphor Phil - - your third stanza captures the feel of relationship breakup so well and the end brings hope with its positive note - - this has to be one of your best and a real favourite for me.

        • MendedFences27

          Thank you, Fay. Always appreciate hearing your comments.

        • Neville


          Hey Phil, what's a metaphor if you aint gonna use it well .. Used perfectly here my friend and correspondingly very much enjoyed ......... Neville



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