Skiing
In silk
Skating
On frozen waters
Clear, clean ice
Looking out
At leafless trees
That beckon
My mind’s eye
To beauty
In barrenness
Shedding
The expectation
To rise
In every occasion
Maybe the bears
Had it right
Hibernate
Be still
The closest
To surrender
Many will bear
The mink stole
Of my great grandmother
Brings me peace
As seeking
To inhabit
Her world
For a moment
While realizing
That imagination
Is the closest
I get to
Remembering
A life well lived
For a photo
Reminds me of
Her beauty
But not much
Else
Lovely
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Your words paint such lovely pictures.
ReplyDeleteStupenda poesia.
ReplyDeleteBuona epifania
This poem beautifully captures the stillness and quiet beauty of winter, with imagery that evokes both nature and personal reflection. The contrast between the elegance of silk and the rawness of frozen waters feels like a metaphor for finding peace in simplicity. I love how you weave in the idea of hibernation and stillness as a form of surrender, echoing the serenity found in nature's barrenness. The mention of your great-grandmother’s mink stole and the connection to her life brings a deeply personal touch, inviting us to pause and reflect on the way memory and imagination intertwine to keep the past alive. Your words bring a sense of calm and nostalgia—thank you for sharing such a thoughtful piece.
ReplyDeleteYour play on the word "bear" is amazing! Yes, sometimes a photo is all we need to bring back memories long forgotten. Blessings for this gorgeous imagery!
ReplyDeleteI love how descriptive this is!
ReplyDeleteWish you a great 2025!
ReplyDeleteReads like a poem!
ReplyDeleteWell you did paint a beauitful picture!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the poem very much. I will sometimes write in a similar manner, and your words speak to me. The picture you painted with words was very enjoyable to me.
ReplyDeleteI love these words of your great grandmother. I only knew one of my grandmothers, and being the youngest, I didn't know her for long like my siblings did.
ReplyDelete~Sheri
God bless always, Regine.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful images and memories these words evoke!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and evocative.
ReplyDeleteI know just what you mean about seeking to inhabit your grandmother's world. It's a lovely turn of phrase.
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