As The Grasp Of Cold Fades...

I cannot describe how I long for this season to begin, with its careless days, its loose-fitting clothes, and its beautiful days…this year’s summer is almost here. The days of not caring about anything that doesn’t deserve attention…how I love for these days to come. How I long to stroll the sands that border the seas, casting stones across the water and searching for sea shells to add to my collection. The days of summer songs will arrive soon.

            But it hurts me to know that this time of glee will also bring farewells. It is not that I will forget these people, or even remotely miss them, but their absence will change my experiences when this institution of learning’s classes return to their schedules. If those certain persons are not present, there will be something missing; their strange presence, even if it is one that I would have despised, will not be there. I find that it is a strange situation that I seem to need hate, turmoil, and pain to function…it most likely is not the most desirable cocktail to lead to utility, but it is what fuels my soul. This constant back and forth between bliss and anger would be in the sights of wretches, but I would not have it any other way.

            This is my life, my empire of dirt; my greatest and my most valiant failure, but it is the travesty that I love. My life that burns to hate will die to love.

 

Daniel Helle, Twenty-sixth of May, Two Thousand and Eleven

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. The warm days of summer bring hope and joy to most people. Less clothing and more energy to do many things. I like the desire to walk on the beach and collect sea shells. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

Summer is always associated with good times and great days, "My life that burns to hate will die to love." probably the best line I've read all day. the ying and the yang, good and evil call it what you will but one does not live without the other, even within ourselves..cool write Luke.