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January
by Bruce W Niedt
Snow muffles sound
the way a chest muffles
a beating heart.
On the other side of the storm,
in a bed of machines,
a jagged green line
and electronic beeps
represent my mother's
staggering heart.
As I plow through
a deafened world,
tracks fill in white behind me.
The hospital looms out
from the flurried haze,
yellow eyes occupied and blazing.
Behind the buildings, reflected snow
colors the sky light gray,
suggesting twilight at nine p.m.
On my way inside,
perhaps to say goodbye,
I look up to the riot of snowflakes,
the illusion of a tunnel
that pulls the eye into it,
and all around, the dance of white,
white as the light we are told
to approach at the end, white
as the angels our hearts want to be.
01/06/2003 Author's Note: [1st Place Winner, "Winter or Snow Poem" Contest, ByLine Magazine, May 2003]
Posted on 01/06/2003
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/08/03 at 05:44 AM Interesting symbology Bruce. I love the way you tie emotion to every metaphor. Bravo!
Peace... |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 01/10/03 at 07:00 AM the second verse in particular sets the scene so well ..... not at all what we'd want for our loved ones ...but as long as there is a green light, there's hope....sorry it stopped so soon |
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