In Winter

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In Winter

snowflake galaxies whirl above the
frozen pond

white sparks stream from my old coal
shovel

standing straight up against the wind

I see light everywhere

photon embers of the big bang

fill the sky to the edge of the sun

from another universe

a dark form

a deer on the ridge

looks into my eyes

we share a breath of air

in that cool moment

we know what it is

to be alive

bowing our heads

we bend forward

into the drift

*

Cold spirits

If spirits roam

In small spaces

Between slow burning suns

And the inexorable slide of gravity

They see our bodies

living breathing steam

Freezing white in solid air

As if our souls hung there

Getting gasoline

Out cold in orange-yellow bays

Great bright stalls, greasy ice

Where we stand

Shocked by the knowledge

Of our predicament

Driven to wander

Risking everything

Going home

*

brain freeze

Words are frozen mind crystals.

Sentences are chunks of ice.

Once they are formed

That part of the brain stops thinking

And just repeats the words

Over and over.

We end up with titanic icebergs

In our heads.

*

*Text and Image by Tullio DeSantis:Image: “Winter” – Tullio – 2012

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9 responses to “In Winter

  1. susan

    I like the idea that we have gigantic icebergs in our heads. What a chore to melt them!

  2. They’re pretty much what we call ourselves, I think, Susan – the structure of all previous mental states…

  3. Tami Marschner

    If we find a way to melt the icebergs in our heads, and the water left behinds forms a new frozen mass….do we repeat the same sentences or have they changed?

  4. Hailey Knop

    i really enjoyed this poem! so beautiful, and intriguing. I liked the words you chose to describe this event. I can literally picture snowflake galaxies above my head. This may be an inspiration for a new painting! :-)

  5. Amanda M.

    Once again every season changes one’s emotion and this was also well written for winter. The “brain freeze”, the “cold spirit”, and the “frozen pond” were great ways to express what we feel during the winter. I found the titanic icebergs very interesting because I feel thats how my mind gets when ever I sit and think. I over think a lot of the time and it keeps growing and freezing over likes if it’s becoming a “titanic iceberg.” This also happens while drawing as well, and when my picture is finally done it melts away. When one thinks of winter one feels cold, and dark and its not as welcoming as the warmth but yet can be beautiful as well. I gues the connection between what we feel during winter and what we feel during difficult times like drawing a picture, for me, or writing an essay is very simiplar.

  6. Joseph Sinclair

    This poem, as many have previously said in earlier comments, gives justice to the feel that resonates from winter. The way you portrayed a human and an animal(a deer in particular) sharing a breath and appreciating life for a moment during the harsh reality that is the season of winter, for both species, was quite riveting as well as gripping. As described in the poem, with the appreciation for life came the reality of death being a couple missed meals and a few to many hours of exposure to the inclement climate with the thought of “titanic icebergs”. I very much enjoyed this poem and will recommend it to some of my intellectual peers. Thanks for sharing it!

  7. Rosanne Washington

    This image conjures a feeling of looking at a full moon on a clear night. The contrast of the edges against the black background fades as though it is illuminating the roundness of the moon. The dotted pattern let the light show through to enhance the brightness and gives dimension and textures letting the eyes think they are seeing tiny patterns created throughout the piece. I imagine those as craters on the moon.

  8. Tanicia Pabon

    Looking at this image triggers so many feelings and emotions. One of the feelings it triggers is I feel as if I am looking up into the sky on a dark and cold winter night where nothing but the moon is shining and that is the only thing in sight. Looking at this full moon makes me think of many different things about life and makes me feel so comfortable staring at this moon all my worries seem to wash away because of how at peace I feel. The images that are drawn within this circle remind of the different textures there are on the moon.

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