NOW SHARP THE FROSTS
Now sharp the frosts
in glittering sunshine
gone the days of heavy rain.
In scarf and coat she walked the street
a paragon of woman hood
Through vision never blurred by mist
no qualms of fear for battles fought,
by fate of chance she hated flight
and she recalled a letter scrawled
to spurn all negativity.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was the poem which I wasn't so happy with and which I played around with to arrive at yesterdays nonsense write.
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This is a very powerful write Michael, I have read it several times and I find it so meaningful every time I have read it.
Thanks Andy - you've made me reread it - I wasn't too pleased with it first time round and I think it was probably the last line which didn't sit comfortably but on the reread I must admit it grows on me.
Ahh so that's what you was on about! I though yesterday's poem was in French or something! A wood grite again M. What's a grite?!
It's an etirg in geverse rear - or so my Tad dold me. Good on yer Orchi.
Very deep and needs several reads to find its meaning. It reminds me of somebody. Someone complex about who simple verse would fill two pages and fail. Somehow you've captured their demeanor here.
Must admit I love 'enigmatic' poetry which leaves the reader thinking. To misquote Bernard Cohen:
Poetry which provides a pathway to the readers imagination.
Did spy mellcheck! I did wetty prell! A bun frain exercise! This is fun, Michael! Cow I nannot stop!
Kidding aside, a great write! Many different interpretations, I’m sure! Open-ended...I like that!
~Laura~
Leers Chaura - how about writing one yourself or even 'converting' one you've already written - we could start a trend.
Good idea! I will work on it!
Thanks MIKE ~ Love the original ~ dripping with PATHOS ! Hoots Mon Ah luv yon woody fush ~ OCH AYE ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian - the sculpture was done as wall piece and was soon snapped up at an exhibition - must do more.
As many others already mentioned, had to read it several times too, and it really does grow on the reader. The perfect woman...a paragon of womanhood. And you Michael are on the way of becoming a paragon of poethood!
That's praise indeed Fred - thank you so much for all your encouragement.
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