bob.e
Shave Newbie
Here's A thread for us writers. Post your poetry, short stories, commentary's, or whatever your writing about. By way of introduction I am a free verse poet, writing character based poetry, taking place in a small harbor town. I follow the life of my main character "Matilda" as well as the lives and going ons of the people of "Delby", and the people surrounding "Matilda", my poems cover a time period of 1900 to the 2000's. I'm trying to come off of a writers drought. A hospitalization last March has had a severe affect on me (dying twice on the operating table can do that to you) I'm going from writing 60 to 70 pieces a year down to 8 pieces last year. I've written one piece this year and one in December, lets hope the drought is over. I'll share my first piece for this year to get us started.
as the moon sleeps
it’s blissfully unaware
that a cold whisper wends its way
around the smoke stacks & chimneys of delby
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
hearth & stove fires are banked for the night
fires wane from roaring flame to dying embers
waiting out the night— waiting for the dawn
for kindling & resurrection
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
matilda peers out through a window
that’s slowly frosting over
diamond like sparkles slowly descend
as the fog freezes & lazily drifts to the ground
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
matilda sits at the piano— her fingers
dance a mournful dirge across the ivory keys
while abby fiddle in hand plays over ‘round & above
matilda’s mournful finger dance
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
the ice queen has come
the snow queen
is soon to follow
we know winter is near
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
a cold whisper
as the moon sleeps
it’s blissfully unaware
that a cold whisper wends its way
around the smoke stacks & chimneys of delby
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
hearth & stove fires are banked for the night
fires wane from roaring flame to dying embers
waiting out the night— waiting for the dawn
for kindling & resurrection
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
matilda peers out through a window
that’s slowly frosting over
diamond like sparkles slowly descend
as the fog freezes & lazily drifts to the ground
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
matilda sits at the piano— her fingers
dance a mournful dirge across the ivory keys
while abby fiddle in hand plays over ‘round & above
matilda’s mournful finger dance
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight
the ice queen has come
the snow queen
is soon to follow
we know winter is near
‘cause
there’s a cold whisper in the air tonight