The Scent of Burning Breath
Let's commence this year with sanguine thinking
The new winters come, and the archaic winters gone
You raise jesting with the evening
You embark on joking with the sundown,
You lay down, watering with the floodlight
You lie down, wailing with the shadow
You embrace the universe to its nettle
You subsist, you fall to charity deeds
You entwine your vanity, you fold your lifeless
You whine, you promise, you fright, and that's the weight of a winter dying in the umbra
Broad, long in the tooth, endorse the recent,
Peace out across the quick-acting
Peace out the pity that debilitates the mentality, peace out to all men
Corruption, war cause heavily death, modes of life, attitude, unmixed juridical
The disloyal coolness of the seasons
Peace out, squab my gloomy rhymes artificial boast in luxury and progeny
Peace in the love of sincerity truth
Peace in the mutual love of good
Peace out the millennium of contemporary striking
Peace in the millinery, winters of calmness
Recollect the chains of the winter when the recipient sees the light like a sliver of a new chance, disaster is fading away, there's a recent winter coming your way
All letdown drowned with the shudder of cold air around
Your soul is your true beauty, reflected in your graceful and radiant character
About this poem
POET’S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: The poem was written on Saturday, 27th January, 2024. This poem captures our daily witnessing of the pain and suffering of Sudan. Anyway, it's time to open a new beginning. It is time to celebrate having a clean slate. Anything is possible because the past doesn't matter. Don't knock it until you try it. But please don't say that your life and the lives of others on the streets are not important, which is not exactly life-affirming. more »
Written on January 27, 2024
Submitted by Yousif on January 27, 2024
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Scheme | ABACDEFGHIJAKFLMNOAHPQR |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,281 |
Words | 226 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 23 |
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