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
Posted by Marian at 7:31 PM
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13 comments:

  1. MargaretJanuary 16, 2015 at 10:14 PM

    …inevitable - sounds like she already knew…

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  2. JimJanuary 17, 2015 at 12:17 AM

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

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  3. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 17, 2015 at 12:26 AM

    The sadness seeps through every line.

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  4. Björn RudbergJanuary 17, 2015 at 2:07 AM

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

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  5. Debi SwimJanuary 17, 2015 at 6:58 AM

    Those cold, grey words. I can feel it.

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  6. SusanJanuary 17, 2015 at 7:06 AM

    ALoneness made more so. Winter mail can bite.

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  7. FireblossomJanuary 17, 2015 at 8:22 AM

    Oh sure, blame the postie! ;-)

    I could feel the sting in this one.

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  8. Mama ZenJanuary 17, 2015 at 10:22 AM

    This is just bleak with bite. Excellent.

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 17, 2015 at 1:19 PM

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

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  10. OutlawyerJanuary 17, 2015 at 2:07 PM

    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. kaykualaJanuary 17, 2015 at 8:08 PM

    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. Brother OllieJanuary 19, 2015 at 9:02 AM

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

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  13. Cressida de NovaJanuary 21, 2015 at 8:58 PM

    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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