Winter

July 14, 2014 at 10:16 am | Posted in Poem | 3 Comments
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Holding th eline

Holding the line.

 

Winter.

A long, active life – lived to good purpose.

The proof in scars.

A dipping sun gilds fragile bones.

Awkwardly set, but clinging yet.

To this worldly thread.

Brave. Upright.

An iron will holds failing parts.

With fixed stare that daren’t fall.

To the creeping gloom.

 

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  1. Hey Paul, this is great! I feel you’ve summed up my life… hehe. Nevermind… keep up the good work.

    • Thank you, Anne. That’s a mighty powerful comment that I’m humbled to receive. With kind regards and many thanks for sharing your feedback, P. πŸ™‚

      • You’re very welcome! πŸ˜€


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