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Chilling Me Loftily

by David R Spellman

The bitter north wind plows through me
with the ease of an express train slicing fog
menacing me with a horde of icy needle pricks
injecting its payload deeply into chilled marrow
leaving a vacant, breathless hole as it passes by.
 
In shivering numbness I barely care
to consider where it had come from
nor wonder where it might have gone
thankful only that its mission carried it away
sent in far off pursuit of its howling rounds.
 
The night sky glitters in shimmering silence 
clear brilliance sprinkled among wishes sown;
as I peer upon its diamond jeweled settings
I let go the chains of earth-tethered imaginings
freed to traipse among their scattered seed
and aimlessly wander through celestial designs.
 
A slivered crescent hangs there mocking me
in suspended animation to my frozen mind;
or is it smiling aglow in the eyes of another
alluring pendant gracing more temperate climes.
 
Too soon I fear it will all disappear
marking another lost horizon of time
but for now I’ll huddle against its demise
bracing for the next gusting moment to arrive
yet hoping spring will not linger for long behind.
 

02/26/2003

Posted on 03/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/03/03 at 01:04 AM

Almost gave me a chill reading it! Wonderfully descriptive. Word pictures of the cold night sky dazzling! Great last line!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/03/03 at 01:05 AM

B-r-r-r-r, good poem Dave....Charlie

Posted by Kate Demeree on 03/03/03 at 01:14 PM

There is a cold beauty to this like the glittering jewls on a blanket of snow. You have written it beautifly! I too long for spring!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/03/03 at 05:10 PM

Adds new meaning to the expression "windbag." Love the twist of song title from Killing Me Softly. :o)

Posted by Mara Meade on 03/03/03 at 06:13 PM

Brrr! I need another cup of coffee after this one... with a little Kalua thrown in for good measure... you really captured the bite of a winter wind....

Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 03/03/03 at 07:58 PM

Love the imagery in this poem David. Written very nICEly :) ~Mel~

Posted by Melissa Arel on 03/03/03 at 08:06 PM

I can definitely tell we live in the same state! Great read.. :)

Posted by Christina Bruno on 03/05/03 at 04:11 AM

damn it is freezing, couldn't have said it better myself!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/05/03 at 05:22 AM

Man, your poem is so evocative of cold evenings and stary skies when my head more easily pivoted up and around to enter the firmament. Beautiful poem, David.

Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 03/06/03 at 03:17 AM

Reading this then looking out my window on to the moon lit, snow covered night, makes me feel warm and dreamy from where I am sitting! Awesome poem!

Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/11/03 at 03:53 PM

"the ease of an express train slicing fog".... great imagery there! Catchy title too. Excellent poem David.... brr my feet are cold now...lol

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/11/03 at 06:32 PM

hmmmm... I wished for the demise of February...but your ambitions towards the coming redemption of spring are far loftier, David..and hopefully your prayer is heard ...for it is sure time!

Posted by JD Clay on 03/23/03 at 10:11 PM

Brrrr! Great use of adjectives throughout this superbly scripted piece Dave. Sure glad spring has finally sprung. Peace...

Posted by Kate Demeree on 05/22/11 at 08:25 PM

This is amazing, and your talent no less than I remember in fact greater than! Good to read you again My Friend, I didn't realize how much I had missed this place.

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