Tuesday, February 25, 2014

2014 Poetry – Cold

I would be lying if I said I expected to start writing poetry again. Yesterday, I was speaking to a colleague who asked about my poetry and last night my son told me he was going to start writing poems. I told him, "That's great!" and shut out the light to go to sleep. This seeped in and I had to turn the light back on. Enjoy!


The weather is frigid,
It’s so damn cold,
And I’m alone,
With no one to hold.
Each night I lay awake,
My brain frenzied.
Then I realize,
I’m no longer married.
Time will heal the heart they say,
But what will keep the cold at bay?
The winter is eternal.
This I believe,
Until the summer sun shines again.