Distance
October 6, 2008
Just as the seasons change
the tires grind fallen leaves to dust
as they tug you farther away
the distance is only physical
I have to remind myself
like a prayer to a deaf deity.
Once again I feel fragile in the
face of winter
the thought of all those barren miles
of snow covered corn fields crushes me.
The warmth of one feather comforter
is all I have left to defend against
the chill that invades
every part of me.
What I admire in this poem is how it conveys the message of longing (for the ‘you’ in the poem) in a subtle way, and also by way of metaphor.
I’ve also been reading your previous poems on this page; I’ve certainly enjoyed my stay here. “Barbed Wire Girl” and “Queen of the…” and “Changeless” are my favorites. Cheers.
hold on to it
for there is no endless winter
though interminable it may be