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This piece was very much unplanned, and quite literally horned its way into my usual 'to-do' poetic queue, and I wrote it in my head as I was walking around the neighbourhood this early evening, taking my dog for his evening stroll, and marking-sessions.
What spawned it was the edges of memories that tugged at me, yet I could neither define, nor grab onto. Hence, I started thinking of the things I was seeing and feeling at that moment.
And since we're also currently in the middle of a second polar vortex (as of 26 January), it's extremely cold.
What spawned it was the edges of memories that tugged at me, yet I could neither define, nor grab onto. Hence, I started thinking of the things I was seeing and feeling at that moment.
And since we're also currently in the middle of a second polar vortex (as of 26 January), it's extremely cold.
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Wow..way to capture a feeling, man. This made me think of frigid cold afternoons where I'd lie in the snow, look up at the sky, and wonder what would happen if I let myself fall asleep. Not trying to be morbid, because it was a comforting feeling, knowing that if I had no one who loved me nearby, and had to choose a way to go, falling asleep on a cold, grey afternoon, surrounded by soft white sparkling snowdrifts would be the least painful way of going.
The problem is that it's a very hard head-space for me to get into, because it's too easy to think of: "The Little Match-Girl", specifically the quote attributed to Oscar Wilde when he talked about it being: "impossible to read about the little match girl without weeping tears of laughter and... you know something that is so sad it’s actually funny."
Those feelings evoked from this poem. Gah it made me remember my first winter in Michigan where I walked in a skirt, leggings and a thin shirt and jacket and how all I could feel was my fingers and everything else was frozen.
That aside, the feelings in this.Mad me feel like I was with you and Such memories it gave me of this overwhelming calm despite harsh conditions. I applaud you for a great poem and for making me go back to a long forgotten memory.
That aside, the feelings in this.Mad me feel like I was with you and Such memories it gave me of this overwhelming calm despite harsh conditions. I applaud you for a great poem and for making me go back to a long forgotten memory.
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