Is it okay now to unplug
disconnect, shut down the grid,
turn it off?
Will the last person
please turn out the lights
and shut the door?
Yes, turn out the lights
even if the party isn't over
(it needs a breather)
Okay, now? That you are gone?
Because this feeling isn't good,
isn't horrible, isn't death
That's the problem:
this feeling isn't anything
and that may be worse
Winter's coming, smell the ice,
root cellar is nearing empty
while the door bangs in the wind
Cold earth sucks up the warmth
There in the damp, while in the twilight,
a hungry heart gnaws itself to sleep.
09 November 2010
Root Cellar
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Winter's coming, smell the ice,
ReplyDeleteroot cellar is nearing empty
while the door bangs in the wind
this? perfect.
Dark, cold and November-ish. Delicious title.
ReplyDeletehibernation. stark, cold imagery. I love the last line...how many hungry hearts do this nightly around this blue sphere?
ReplyDeleteAnd cold nights beg for a warm body to snuggle with.
ReplyDeleteBro, you kill me the way you tell the truth...
ReplyDeletesee? That's how I feel, but there aren't any words to say it.
ReplyDelete@karen: Try anyway, get it out. Words will find their own level :)
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