Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Supplication

Oh, dreamed
of spring,
but whisper
to me
the possibility
of your return,
so that this cold
does not my
chilled heart
splinter,
and I might yet
survive
this deep
and dreary
winter.
  - mce
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2 comments:

  1. AsphodelFebruary 18, 2010 at 7:13 AM

    A Spring Branch

    The branch,
    it speaks of greenery
    and nesting egg,
    while the gentle breeze whispers
    of warmer days.
    So too there is hope
    for a heart,
    frayed and worn
    through the season
    of changes.
    Regenerating
    bit by tiny bit,
    the cycles of life
    carve their lines
    around the core
    of simply being-
    and life anew.

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  2. Mikey1951February 18, 2010 at 8:55 AM

    Very nice! I love it when someone writes a poem back to me.

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