The Great Chill

Mottakeenur Rehman

 

A sharp wind cuts, the air turns stark!
Like turtles in their carapace,
They hide in quilts against the dark,
Each sealed in a private space.

Yet on the peak, in open air,
The snow lies vast, a naked sight—
A blush of warmth, imprisoned there,
A ruby in the fading light.

A climber, frail and nearly gone,
His feet like stone, his hope grown thin,
To the vast white whispered, "Carry on...
Why must this cold be sealed within?"

The snow’s old voice, a glacial stream,
Gave answer from its frozen throne:
"My past was water, and my dream
Is water, when my reign is done."

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2025 02:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: The "cold" is not cruelty, but a period of waiting and potential.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Friendship
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  • sorenbarrett

    Deep meaning in metaphor set in beautiful rhyme and good meter. What more can one ask for in a poem. A fave

    • Mottakeenur Rehman

      Thanks a lot๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’™

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Mottakeenur and a Happy New Year

      • Katie B.

        Well done.

      • Friendship

        A powerful poem. Well done. Your poem "The Great Chill" explores the themes of isolation, the struggle against harsh conditions, and the cyclical nature of existence. It contrasts the warmth of human hope and dreams with the stark and unyielding cold of reality.

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          Your words are the weapon for me to go forward with poetry...Thanks๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’™

        • arqios

          Your poem beautifully captures the tension between our human instinct to withdraw from hardship and the natural worldโ€™s patient endurance. While the "turtles" in the first stanza represent a sterile safety found in isolation, the climber and the snow offer a more profound perspective on resilience. By personifying the snow as a "glacial stream" that remembers its past as water, the poet reminds us that even our most "frozen" moments of despair are temporary. Itโ€™s a powerful reflection on the idea that the "chill" we feel internally isn't a permanent state, but rather a season that will eventually thaw into a new dream.

          • Mottakeenur Rehman

            I am deeply influenced by your comment ....It's like a valuable asset for me in terms of poetry...Thanks๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’



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