Friday, February 1, 2013

Winter

The winter wind roars
through the bare trees,
elusive, intangible,
as the residue of a
nightmare in the expansive
darkness of midnight.
Its voice, a whispered scream
of lies and regrets,
secretive reminders of the
empty void of loneliness.
Its icy breath sends shivers,
as a ghost across a grave.
Winter is a cruel companion,
owning the past while stealing
the hope of the future.  
   
            ~McGuffy Ann Morris
                      from Weeds



Linking to Poets United




36 comments:

  1. Wonderfully woven words of winter

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  2. Beautifully written with such feeling.
    JB

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  3. I felt this one! Gave me the shivers! Very nice!

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    1. Thank you, Pat. Sounds like I accomplished my task.

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  4. Yes, the words tell the tale. Perfect!

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  5. Wonderfully written and the picture that goes with the poem is awesome.
    Have a nice weekend.

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    1. Thanks Joy. I took the picture of our old pine tree.

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  6. I liked this: very taut description of cold inhospitality. How long before Winter is on the way out in your state?

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    1. Here in the Great Lakes, we never know how long Winter will stay. We can only hope, because it takes its time.

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  7. That is so evocative, McGuffy Ann! Weeds is definitely on my reading list. :)

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    1. Meowmeowmans, that means a lot to me. Thanks!

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  8. 'Its icy breath sends shivers,
    as a ghost across a grave.'...is my favorite line of the piece. Nice capture of the feeling winter can bring.

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    1. Poet Laundry, I thank you for your kind words.

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  9. I can feel the emptiness here from beginning to end. This is a vivid side of winter landscape inside and out. This give me pause for thought.

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    1. I thank you for that, Judy. That is exactly what I was seeking to capture.

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    1. Thank you, Patty. Winter has a harsh beauty.

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  11. You have definitely characterized winter as I know it. Brrrrr. I enjoyed the format of your poem too.

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    1. Beth, I am honoured that you feel that way. Thank you so much for saying so.

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  13. I'm glad I don't live in a place of cruel winters!

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    1. Even with the cruelty, there are messages to be learned.

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  14. A perfect winter scene ... lovely !!!

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  15. Dear McGuffy Ann, with so few words you set an ominous tone in this poem. And the photograph made it even more real. Peace.

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    1. Dee, this is a good example of my poetry. The photo is of my old pine tree.

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  16. This. Is. Amazing.

    The end.

    Seriously, I'm impressed!

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    1. Vixen, I thank you. This is an example of my poetry. I sincerely appreciate your reaction and response. I hope you check out my book, as I would love your feedback.

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  17. I enjoyed your metaphors here, especially of winter at the end.

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  18. you capture well the feel of winter...when the shadows stretch a little darker...the scream of that wind carrying the regrets captures that....and it can be a cruel companion...i wish for some snow though...ha...

    i ahve run into you somewhere before....maybe on another poetry circle....poets united maybe? nice to meet you mcguffy.

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