Dire days and sorrow, be gone. Really nice
Really nice
Photo by Barbara Anstie
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The depth of it exceptional, and all
at once she lies and sits and stands below.
She smiles, then in her mind she skips, her paws
tread deeply in the soft white powdered snow.
An icy East wind hails from far away,
intemperate continental clime it brings,
that covers food so blackbirds cannot find
sufficient energy to brace their wings.
Out there, beyond the hill, the homeless lie,
reciting tunelessly an unheard poem,
they fight an urge to yield to hopelessness,
and longing for a crackling log-fired home.
We look in warmth, contentment unalloyed,
at children with their snow dog, overjoyed.
© 2013 John Anstie
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[Poetic notes: This poem looks like a sonnet, in that it has fourteen lines, arranged into four quatrains and a concluding couplet, and it is written in iambic pentameter. But that is where the similarity ends. The…
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I concur, its such a familiar situation
Powerful
Agony soaking in blues.
Scared, angry and slightly confused.
You have the power.
You don’t have to lose.
Hold on with all your might.
After darkness will come light.
This is your battle. This is your life.
Don’t run.
You turn and you fight.
Hold your head. You hold your weight.
Stop running. You stand and you wait.
Too long you’ve hurt and you’ve cried.
Over and over you’ve fought and you’ve tried.
Life is baking. It’s not yet fried.
Take control– you still have time.
Nostalgic
Started at the bottom
Worked my way to the top
Climbed the rungs of the ladder
Just to stand on top
Continued to strive
Learned the ropes over time
Arrived at the end
Just to start again
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Started with nothing
Worked all day and night
Climbed many mountains
Just to see the sunrise
Continued my passions
Learned to follow my heart
Arrived at my destinations
Just to seek a head start
Nice intricate use of words, impressive
Nostalgic
Simple & true
Impressive piece