Each time I pull the quilt over me
It’s like slipping within a question mark
That perennially hangs over my bed
Prodding the false warmth
With which my middle-class existence
Sleeps this cold winter.
But I know nothing of winter.
It is metaphorical for me.
I see it only in news clippings of cold wave
Or in the shivering of a mendicant
Pressed against my centrally-heated car’s window panes
Or in the vaporous breath of an illicit lover
Exhaled across my married face.
© Dan Husain
December 23, 2005
PS: Thanks EOTR for inviting me! It is good to be in august company! :-)
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
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3 comments:
Wow, this is good. Now I see why all these blogs want you! Thanks for being with us!
Nice!:) Good to see you here, Dan!
Beautiful as ever Dan ..sums up the varied hues of winter so vividly ..
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