Will no one invite me to the hearth
to raise a cup of cheer
to share in joy and song and mirth
to pass a day so drear?
Doth hide within my cold, cold soul
a raging forlorn swell
a desire to thaw, to find a role
a place in which to dwell
I cannot rest, destined to roam
I knock upon the door
I creep into the swaddled home
To slide across the floor
No entrance to the fold I gain
No quarter to be found
No wonder I turn drops of rain
To ice flung to ground
(c) Denise Moncrief 2010
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(c) Denise Moncrief 2010
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Brrr. no wonder nobody invites the cold, cold soul. I love the riddle and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteSad - to be locked out in the cold ... no one
ReplyDeletewith whom to share warmth ... Could speak volumes of our human race ... Nicely captured ~~
Very nicely done! It conjures up bleak, cold images.
ReplyDeleteinteresting photo and poem as well... you take the 'darkness of winter' as a theme...implicitly...
ReplyDeletenicely done... :)
I think ya should turn the heat up a bit!
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