Winter Night

Winter Night

A Poem by Tina Kline
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I go quietly into that deep winter night.

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Dreaming.......
......weeping
shadows creeping
ever closer
they soon rush in
I am cold
icy
fear
cold
my winter has arrived
how can I survive?
I walk through the snow
alone
ever alone
as I seek my grave
I cried
for a while
I accept my trial
my grave waits
cold
dark
peaceful
no more pain
no more agony
the vulture has marked me
with its hungry shadow
death's glow
I go
quietly into
that deep winter night
Does anyone notice I am gone?





© 2013 Tina Kline


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I find it interesting I should be reading this, as in this very moment, I too am cold. Not quite the same, but is not all chill merely a cousin to its greater relative?

Another sad tale I read today in this poem. In the beginning, the narrator was afraid, not wanting to die. They desired heat and life, but instead of the warmth of hearth and home they instead got the iciness of spite. So much so that as their own tears froze they lost the will to live, and so, went seeking their own grave. At the end, though for the part they have abandoned all hope and given up, that last spark of flame flickers in their heart, wondering if anyone will notice their absence.

Sad indeed and well written.

Thank you for sharing, Tina.

-Caradoc

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

12 Years Ago

Thank you so very much!
Caradoc

12 Years Ago

You are most welcome.



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I find it interesting I should be reading this, as in this very moment, I too am cold. Not quite the same, but is not all chill merely a cousin to its greater relative?

Another sad tale I read today in this poem. In the beginning, the narrator was afraid, not wanting to die. They desired heat and life, but instead of the warmth of hearth and home they instead got the iciness of spite. So much so that as their own tears froze they lost the will to live, and so, went seeking their own grave. At the end, though for the part they have abandoned all hope and given up, that last spark of flame flickers in their heart, wondering if anyone will notice their absence.

Sad indeed and well written.

Thank you for sharing, Tina.

-Caradoc

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

12 Years Ago

Thank you so very much!
Caradoc

12 Years Ago

You are most welcome.
Awesome poem. Your words & picture describe a deep cold winter night. I often think that is how death might feel. Does anyone notice I'm gone? That is something we all might wonder sometime I suppose.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

12 Years Ago

Thanks so very much!
A strong poem, very compelling. I feel that way sometimes,
just want the cold uncaring world to swallow me up.
Then I have some catnip tea....
but seriously, I struggle with feelings like these.
Excellent poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

12 Years Ago

Thanks very much!
The beauty and cold death of winter. Death is cold. Very descriptive and creative.
This poem has a lingering haunting feel to it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

12 Years Ago

Thanks!!!!!
Coyote Song

12 Years Ago

You're very welcome.
Beautiful writing, beautiful picture the words and everything fell into place and this was grand

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tina Kline

12 Years Ago

Thanks very much!

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