Friday, July 8, 2011

July My Winter

Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed

Weathered feathered dusty quill tips lay alone

Swollen eyelids secret hide behind dark glass

Barren pages blaring white bleach purged of groans

Purple curtains darkly tied forbid light’s pass

Missing laughter’s purring smile beneath crushed stone

My winter
I drink mint tea
And listen
To her sing

Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed


Claudia said...

ha yes - the summers passed sonnets..i hear them - and they can get horribly bluesy every once and a while...i usually drink fennel tea then..i like the mood you paint henry - and welcome back

donnakiser said...

How so very hauntingly melancholy. Love it.

Bonnie said...

You touch many chords of recognition here. Love your line, "Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed". Just beautiful.

(also a montrealer :-)

Henry Clemmons said...

Bonnie, I loved that piece I selected of yours because of the green lips. Excllent.

hedgewitch said...

Love the alliteration, and the short but dense and rich lines. And the mint tea, which I happen to be drinking at the moment. esp like "barren pages blaring white bleach purged of groans" --there's a whole morning for me in that one, staring at a notebook.

Brian Miller said...

nice alit henry...and the offbeat stanza that starts with July...frickin awesome man...some really great lines in there as well...

Sheila Moore said...

hmmm...sounds like someone is missed a great deal. I feel tugs on my heart strings with this one.

lucychili said...

listening to winter's song

Louise said...

This was fabulous to read! I really enjoyed it, thanks!

Kim Nelson said...

How is it that bright hot summer days can sometimes feel as dark as deepest winter? You captured the essence of that mood, Henry.

Jingle said...

smart twists ...

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Anonymous said...

A beautiful piece Henry. Wonderfully rich and engaging. // Peter.

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