backside warmed by wood stove
rubbing frozen fingers
coffee brewing
waiting, waiting
impatiently
two more months of cold
wondering how to survive
this deep chill
Daily Archives: January 20, 2016
Hopelessly
Gorgeous photo and a poem filled with vivid imagery. Ravens! yes, there are ravens mentioned here!
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You stood there in the middle of the street
Your breath frozen rising like a puff of cigarette smoke
Slowly fading into nothing
With the silence and patience of a statue
A form of goddess giving birth to dreams and whimsical fascinations
I can feel my heart beating
Faster than the sounds of fleeing ravens
As you turn slowly I see your yellow hair gleam under the street lights
Your eyes as full as the moon of love and passion
or death and murder
Under the falling snow in the middle of the night it’s hard to tell
Your intentions are clear enough
Grabbing my
Pulling me close
Your kiss as sharp as any blade
Stinging in the cold like a morning razors slow burning bite
As I find myself helpless
Hopelessly in love
Winter Beach – Haiku – January 20, 2016
Great haiku for a winter’s evenin’
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winter beach
ducks and dogs
masters of the beach and lake
distant smell of snow
winter’s whispers
gulls, ducks and the northern wind
alone on the beach
© G.s.k. ‘16
“Equal are we that choose to be”
A beautiful love poem on equality.
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I have chosen this path with diligence
Leaving not a covering of guilt or strife
Walk with me where spirits enlighten
Filling hearts with joyful sounds
Amidst this chaotic realm of fear
Looking even deeper we will find
We can be as one with one another
Standing arm in arm despite our differences
“Equal are we that choose to be” by Rellick
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Copyright © Rellick’s Writings/2006 all Rights Reserved
Requiem to Goodbye
Beautiful, haunting poetry.
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Change:
A state of flux,
The transition from birth to life to death.
Yet, here I am beyond,
Changed, but not.
Ensconced in night,
Wrapped in shade,
I mull over a soul departed,
Whilst my essence remains.
Reborn?
Perhaps.
Midnight has renewed
What midday sort to strip,
Obsidian obliterated gold.
And although I feel nothing,
Wish for nothing,
Would die for nothing, except, except…
There is still you.
Yes, you.
I would slaughter it all
For you;
Ride infinity’s tides
For you;
Kill all,
For you.
I would tear down eternity,
Strip away time,
Repaint the universe crimson
And laugh at the stars.
I would.
I could.
I will.
Yet, I pause.
Incisors hover, halt, retract,
Cannot strike,
Cannot bring you back,
Return and rebuild you,
My Immortal, the one I have found after so long.
I won’t.
I can’t.
I shan’t.
Love remains.
Love forces my hand.
And, as…
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