Winter of Our Discontent

...of love lost

Winter of our Discontent

 

 

 Winter just wasn’t our season.

After sorting through a mass collection

of Zeppelin albums

and a flash drive of wedded bliss,

we said goodbye.

 

Goodbye

to twenty plus years

of family reunions and Christmas traditions,

to crisp November mornings

of breakfast in bed

with three cats at our feet

and a house with no mortgage.

 

What’s yours what’s mine­­­­

now lies dissected

in a dichotomy of cardboard boxes,

 

categorically defined

like the high thread count of sheets.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

The closing line about the high thread count of sheets, I have used before...but I think it bears repeating here.

Reviews

[Papaya]

I felt your poem Kelly and can relate in my own way. Warm turns to cool and you need a change of climate to find what you lost, somewhere new maybe.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you for your compassion, Ana.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Ive been married twice now...8 years the first and every since this time going on 19yrs. My best friend and her husband divorced after 24. Mostly l felt like I wasted time. She said she felt like she wasted life. How does it come to just memories and thread count? I know I know this is not one of my good reviews but these always just leave me flabberghasted.... I hope this is just poetry. I'm here if it's not, and always your biggest fan.

[Kelly Scheppers]

This was pure conjecture on my part. I knew the reality of it would come into focus the more I brought it to its closure. Sorry to have left you flabberghasted. I appreciate it all the same!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Never be sorry...It pushed and I conceded. You are my Queen of all Queens :)