Winter’s Night

“Crack,” the branches make a snapping sound in the night.
“Meow,” the cat scurries across in fright.

Pain, somewhere pain is being born.
Despair, somewhere a dream is being torn.

Laughter, breaks the darkness of the sky.
Crying, both for those that live and those that die.

Running, bringing forth motion to bursts of desire.
Pounding, your fists in rage till you tire.

Silence, nothing moves and all cares are spent.
Silence, snow falls and all will is bent.
Silence, retire now let your troubles pass.
Silence, return to your warm bed at last.


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5 Responses to Winter’s Night

  1. Jan De La Force says:

    Wow! Bravo OM!
    Have you tried reading it aloud?
    If you don’t, I recommend you to do it 🙂
    While its lyrical tone assuredly guides the poem-reader,
    its evoking words pronounces a challenge.

    By the way, many thanks for following my blog!
    I really appreciate it 🙂

  2. You have given us a lot to think about. Merry Christmas!

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