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poem: "Distance"


my cold fingers press
until your bark makes patterns on my skin
but you are silent -- groggy, sleepy, unresponsive.
you do not sweep your arms open to hold me
and I can't find the way in
I'm not summer
and I cannot wake you.

my paled skin lifts hairs toward you
craving your caresses
but though you seem to touch me, my skin knows you not.
I miss your gentle loving pressure
and the tiny tan reminders of your kisses.
you stand sullenly in a grey sky,
arms crossed,
glaring coldly.
How could you forget our love?

my shivering body seeks shelter
as you scrape, batter, snatch at me
once you swirled around me with gentleness,
but you respect me no longer.
you will find your way in,
etch your icy fingernails through my flimsy defenses,
wear me down
until my bones rattle together
and my breath no longer insults you with steam.

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(Anonymous) ══╣╠══
belenen ══╣distance╠══
♥ ♥
flyingshaman ══╣╠══
Ohhh dear one! I -sobbed- upon reading this, oh my heart feels terrible for this. I feel the pain, the hurt, the.. oh I can't even describe it.

oh, babylove, can I hold you?
bel is in love with aurilion
belenen ══╣bel is in love with aurilion╠══
you do hold me love ♥ You warm my heart so that sometimes I can't even feel the bite of winter ♥

I love you so so so so so much!
sidheblessed ══╣╠══
I'm not summer
and I cannot wake you.

That's my favourite line. A beautiful, haunting poem, Bel.
belenen ══╣distance╠══
♥ thank you
parallelgirl ══╣╠══
oh, that's lovely :)
I do like reading you.
belenen ══╣distance╠══
huellas316 ══╣╠══
that was beautiful, and definitely DOES explain S.A.D. in a damn lucid, vivid manner (i found this via sadsupport, in case you're wondering 'who is this person?')... one of the things that always gets me about winter and trees is the way their once-beautiful, green branches become reduced to skeleton-like claws.

best of luck; keep writing from your heart and gut,
you WILL make it through. :)

namaste, blessed b,
~ melissA
belenen ══╣comfort╠══
*nodnod* thank you for your comment and kind wishes ♥
girlslovegirls7 ══╣╠══
oh but i love what winter does to nature! it makes you love is so much more when it wakes from its slumber in the summer, we might not aprishiat the summer and how alive the forest is if we never saw it sleep. love you.
bel hearts lil sis
belenen ══╣bel hearts lil sis╠══
Re: poem
wellll, maybe!

love you too lil sis ♥
adamantplatypus ══╣eyebrow╠══
One of the most difficult things to understand - and I mean truly, deeply, accept - is that our loved ones go through journeys on their own. They go through periods of rest and rebirth, and we need to patiently sit back and let them go through their cycles until they're ready to expose their glory to us once again.
belenen ══╣distance╠══
mm, yes, that is a hard one to learn! I am glad that I have learned more of how to understand it.

but, just in case you thought it was metaphorical (and I left room for that interpretation), this poem is actually quite literally about winter. I have SAD and winter is a difficult time for me.
theindiequeen ══╣╠══
I really like this. There are a lot of really great images, striking lines. It really resonated with me. (Plus, I feel like I can relate to a lot of it, even if it's just my interpretation that I can relate to...if that makes sense.)
belenen ══╣artistic╠══
oh, thank you ♥ praise from a fellow writer is always the sweetest kind ;-) and I know exactly what you mean about relating via your interpretation.
darkpool ══╣╠══
I like it.
belenen ══╣artistic╠══
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