This cold November day
Has thrown open its doors
To see more of what it can do
Across the fields I tread
Towards a grey horizon
Watched by clouds
that loiter with intent.
The cropped stalks of corn
Frozen in the ground
Lean like worn crucifixes
Abandoned in a battlefield
Long after the battle cry
A sheet of snow
Covers the dead
Footprints from creatures
Are woven inbetween
The lifeless
The wind whips, bites and nips
As it dances with the cold that grips
Circling flesh and bone
Slowing the tempo
To a shivering still
There is a sneaking sun
Making shadows of stripped trees
Carved into history
Like frozen ships
Upon a static sea
©SJ2010
Comments
smokejack | December 2, 2010 - 15:41
'walnuts are the enemy'
I've tried a couple of times to upload the image that explains the thought process of the poem but it's not appearing.
Sorry
Jack
insertponceyfre... | December 2, 2010 - 18:12
this is beautiful smokejack
Silver Spun Sand | December 3, 2010 - 11:16
A gem of a poem
tcook | December 3, 2010 - 17:09
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smokejack | December 6, 2010 - 11:02
Hi folks
really appreciate the kind words and flattered the poem got picked for POTW etc. always flattered/humbled that people will take time out to read my stuff.
Jack
fatboy74 | December 8, 2010 - 23:55
I have read this several times and can see what all the fuss is about - this is some poem , very well done. :-)
smokejack | December 10, 2010 - 15:34
Hey Fatboy thank you very much for that! Much appreciated.