A very sad tale in the poem.
"While I lie upon this bed of stone;
You have down feathers, for your own."
When love turn cold. Hard to reopen. I like the description leading to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
This poem is so touching and moving even in the harsh cold reality of things. Life and people can be unfair andcold like ice. Time moves on in the wheels of choices and our fortunes. Time can be a healer too. Excellent...:).......
This is put together so beautifully with tones of emotion, I don’t know the technicality of poetry I write what I feel but this is really well thought out and put down.
As always, your poetry is perfection in rhyme and form. Nothing ever has the feeling of being forced. It has the feeling of being very natural, making the poem a lovely read, in spite of the nature of the emotions displayed.
The emotional side of this takes the reader on a very cold journey. We are left on the outside looking in without anyway of reaching the person inside to help. Though, I'm not sure you want us to help. I get the feeling you just want us to see and feel; and that's all. You indeed, make us feel all the emotions.