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Divinier

Today a melancholic evening ,  I decided to

take a walk in pristine white snows wearing 

gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on

 eerie icy paths leaving  behind a

place once called home

 

While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal  

tree standing his  ground despite the havocs

 caused by ice and water  waving at me with

his trembling Parkinson’s  branches, 

grinning at me in a peculiar

fashion of  old men. 

 

Crescent moon shining like a soothsayer’s  

crystal it’s whites reflecting the whites of

snow prophesying , that moment of

redemption is near  revealing a 

vision through it’s translucent 

lights

 

A puny little squirrel trails  along  may be

looking for some company  chirping about the 

the loveliness of weather while nibbling

on a decayed nut, playing 

hide- seek with me.

 

Northern wind like a nagging aunt blowing 

here and there doing her wintery chores, with

careless locks of snowy flakes on her forehead

poking in my affairs and blocking

my way ..

 

Exhausted sat at the banks of a frozen creek,

from behind a mist a limping shadow in pale

moonlight comes forth,  I realize he is the deer

I hit last year with my silver car, his large

kohl eyes penetrating mine, in an act of 

forgiveness he gracefully allows me to

share his space, 

 

The  gloom nestled in me dissolves, I know

on this evening I am touched by the

diviner as I went home

carrying the nut! 

 

 

 

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25 thoughts

  1. What a masterpiece of a poem.❤

    The vivid imagery you use is so riveting that I as the reader feel like I’m actually there – seeing what you’re seeing and feeling the crispness of the snow beneath my boots.

    This poem is sort of a combination of Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening meets Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rhyme of The Ancient Mariner with a much happier ending than that of the Mariner poem.

    • Count thanks for your fantastic insight, I am happy that I could take you on journey through my words.
      Coming to Frost and Coleridge but are my fav poets esp Coleridge, as a teacher I taught all his poems including The Rhyme of the Ancient mariner and Kubla Khan. Similar to Coleridge I enjoy shades of supernatural and intrigue in my poems.
      Your insight is spot on my friend!

    • My dear friend, how kind of you! I am really glad
      that you liked it, it’s based on my experience. Last year unfortunately I hit a 🦌 deer, sad thing to have happened. This poem to some extent is in memory of that!

    • Thanks, I am so glad that you liked it. Its based too some extent on real incident, last year I hit a dear with the car. I had no other way to put it in words than this. I am so glad you liked it, 🙂

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