1.16.2015

Mail Delivery in Harsh Climates

The mailman
brought
your letter

Shut the door
against
winterday blue

Contain
the inevitable grey
of your words

Wind sharpens
black ice
to cleave my breast

You say
you don’t love me
anymore

For Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden: WINTER

13 comments:

  1. …inevitable - sounds like she already knew…

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  2. I had one of those once. I should have seen it coming, there were signs..
    ..

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  3. The sadness seeps through every line.

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  4. A winter freezing all the senses... There black on the truth chills.

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  5. Those cold, grey words. I can feel it.

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  6. ALoneness made more so. Winter mail can bite.

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  7. Oh sure, blame the postie! ;-)

    I could feel the sting in this one.

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  8. This is just bleak with bite. Excellent.

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  9. Oh how wintery and bleak - the black ice cleaving the narrator's breast!

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  10. Agh. I've gotten those letters--the stark words at the end delivered so well. Thanks. k. (http://manicddaily.wordpress.com.)

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  11. Contain
    the inevitable grey
    of your words

    One has to accept adverse tendencies at odd times. Plainly it allows one to be better prepared for later which is good. Wonderful lines Marian!

    Hank

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  12. Love the title, and you sure end with a bang! Great piece.

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  13. Oh well at least it was a letter. It's usually text message or email these days. Enjoyed this poem.Like your crisp and concise style.

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