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It Lies

no wintry night beats
and rattles my windowpane
like Marley's ghost

the freezing gusts, too, are a farce,
so is the unlawful snow

the Spring is just concealed
a bit short of here;
I know
buds begin swelling
though carpeted with ice
to delay

 

 

 

 

 

© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2021

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optimisticspringwinter

letter to spring

letter to spring / michael kwack

 

 

in a wind

there's a scent of spring

 

i've passed the winter away

in a far place alone

 

but only hours of emptiness

and got to write letters now

 

the last confessions

to me and others

 

then to meet the spring

in complete quietness

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aloneconfessionemptinessfarquietnessscentspringwindwinter

THIS AFTERNOON I REMEMBER YOU

This winter afternoon

Everything is calm

Everything is silence around me

I only listen to my thoughts

And the inevitable noise

coming from the heater.

 

I am sitting, staring at nothing

Remembering,

Thinking,

Deep wounds bleed again

Hard times come to me

Long sleepless nights

Wild parties

Expensive trips

Sad and old songs

Therapies, books, movies and...

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lovenostalgicpoemsadnesswinter

Tango of Snowflakes

Our first snow in so many years…

Can you believe it?

See the white coat that our life wears?

Let’s just go out and live it.

I will not watch life through the keyhole

Hypnotized by the view,

When I can finally touch your soul

And tango with you.

I’ve grown deaf in the spring rain,

In the summer heat,

But now when it snows again,

I hear your heartbeat.

The snowfla...

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life pathlovesnowflakewinter

The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring

it's right underneath,

brewing under my chest

this quiet whisper circling-

not spiraling downwards as 

i often tend to, but in a way a

gentle breeze swirls a handful

of leaves and they flutter away.

there's an inquisitive nature 

to it where there is somehow a

sense of magic at hand, and yet

somehow there must be a reason

to it all. a scientific process that 

al...

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