The best of a rainy winter morning...

[Bar22do]

Fear of death goes

Fear of death goes unpunished,
invisible, if felt,
seldom processed through:
when baby screams to be fed
when you turn the last page of a book
when I cross the street, rather hastily,
when Love wears a new face, against all reason,
when child enters a dark room.

It lays its freezing paw on a hunted prey,
on domestic hen, feet up before slaughter,
on a bark, when the trunk cracks.
Indistinctly.

Yet living is the strongest emotion,
(and what if by nature it is vulnerable!)
a stride, rarely gracefully taken –
(we possibly overindulge monster time’s games) -
toward the place of (rusty) Memories
about our right to last by renewal…
where contained, though still untrained
is: Living fully,
as opposed to: I miss you Life already.

We can be hemmed in or we can face
Raw anxiety
By deciding to make the best of a rainy winter morning.

[Delta40]

I'm an awful critic but I love the imagery throughout this to the point that its meaning is of no consequence to me!

thank you

[Bar22do]

.. and I am grateful for the moment! it was my very first post, and you are my first critic!
thank you!
(I am going to look for your poems as soon as I understand how it all functions here...)

[Buh4Bee]

The poem has a lovely message with a nice rhythm. Welcome and thanks for posting!

[blazeofglory]

The rainy winter morning is a really beautiful poem and it in fact kind of transported me to a time and place I was too young in a village far from the hustle and bustle of a city life. I really am moved by images the poet has used. It is really fabulous and got me totally absorbed

[Bar22do]

Jersea, Blazeofglory I need to apologize for having omitted to thank you for your comments... but, better late than never! - am grateful for your words (Delta thanks again!)

[hack]

Bar,
I liked this very much. I appreciated the imagery, the encouragement, and the courage that that implies. There is much to do before death "lays its freezing paw on a hunted prey". Only fortune determines the fraction that can be accomplished. I go now in an attempt to increase my fraction. We will speak again, Insha'Allah, or as they say in my neck of the woods," good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise".

[~Sophia~]

Carpe Diem! Very nice Bar!

[skib]

A wonderful first post! I'm no worthy critic, but I really liked it!

[firefangled]

I like how this progresses. Love the way you put this together:.


is: Living fully,
as opposed to: I miss you Life already.

[Bar22do]

Thank you all - Hack, Sophia, Skib, Firefangled for your comments and appreciation! It is so constructive and stimulating to read your feed-backs; the sky of the solitude takes on an apricot-pinkish tint...
Hack, you wrote: "Only fortune determines the fraction that can be accomplished" - and yes, if you imply also what I understand you do, every new genuine poem increases the fraction, whatever the fortune... A good day/night to all!

[PrinceMyshkin]

"To be is a blessing. To live is holy."
A.J. Heschel

Well illustrated in your own words!

[MorpheusSandman]

This is a great piece that I interpret as being about the the risk we place ourselves in when we dare to live, and yet we never feel more alive than when we're closest to death. While we may hide ourselves away and gain a high degree of comfort it almost defeats the feeling of living at all. I love how in your piece life and death seem to walk side-by-side; clearly eying each other from across the street, waiting, but never quite meeting. Quite excellent, really.