Winterlude
For those who don’t
already know ..
Is that portion of time
which consists
of more than a yawn
and a pause
between dying
and kickstarted breath ..
It is without doubt
that single
portion of time when
still waters
harden and everything
slows, to barely
a halt and is likewise,
held fast
in a firm, gout like grip
and only ever
set free, by these
occasional snow ploughs ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Oh woe! It's always Winterlude tome with KP and I. It's never any other season! lol. Her icy trout-like stare is scary. heehee.
You are more nutty than a Topic sir 🥜🥜🔩🔩🔩🥜
Absolutely beautiful poem, you must include this one in an upcoming book. I was thinking it was too warm in England for waters to harden like they do here, but lovely sentiment. I just love this one.....saving to my favs! C
what more could a scribbler like this old fella ask for .. bless you Christina 💙
Out of my depth there, Nev - I hope the ice is firm...🙂
Wade to go 🙂
Seem to remember some bloke walking on water...though it was a long time ago and he carked it in his thirties...Still, there must be evening classes for that kind of thing...🙂
even at the time it caused far more than a ripple .. ta for the chuckle tho' Dave 😎
Dear Neville,
You certainly have a way with words.
You are incredibly talented.
This poem made me think of someone experiencing a heart attack. I guess each reader has their own interpretation depending on their own experiences.
Laura🌻
I like the way you look at things .. I caught a glimpse of that too 🌻🌻
Luckily those winterludes pass very quickly.
Andy
indubitably kind sir 🐧🐧💙
everyone said it all already, just an elegant write
a most memorable read, thank you!
Well I'm gonna thank you bigly regardless THANK YOU bro Mek
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