A Hundred Hours of Crystals

break up poems



Day and night the snow keeps falling,
A hundred hours of crystals
Piled head-high on the ground.
On the slick and slippery roads
It goes whispering and slithering,
Flowing like a dusty white river.
Tumble-down feathers
From a sunless sky.

How many tufts can the clouds lose?
While the sky-sheep have been shedding chilly wool,
My vagabond mind has been wandering;
My mind has been a traveler and I think now,
I’ve come to the end of the road.
All the tears I’ve kept are cried,
All the sighs inside me have been sighed.

Maybe now I know the way
Maybe the blinding ray that pierced me
Was really the light of day?
But why is all the love I once knew dead?
Why are all the smiles I once saw
Now fast asleep in bed?
I thought my heart had healed,
Thought peace was here to stay
And yet tears freeze on my face
As you begin to walk away.

My heart begs you to turn and look back at me
But you keep your eyes ahead,
And I am alone:
Heart icy,
Fingers frozen,
Body trembling
With the shock of our goodbye,
Knowing that
It will soon be our last.


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photograph by David Mediante


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Lëaf Ednïwinga

Artist, dreamer, coffee addict, vagabond traveler and world's most creative adrenaline junkie. I'm in love with poetry & dream to spend my days writing Steampunk fantasy, drinking tea & drawing what butterfly wings look like under a microscope. I have always been most drawn to writing about legends, whether that's retelling them or completely re-imagining them, because there is so much mystery and potential there. I believe that the most inspiration comes from our darkest days, not the ones where we are happiest, because if we are happy, we don't have much to write about. A few years ago, I spent over 9 months in Karaganda, Kazakhstan where I taught EFL during the day and wrote poetry by night. During that time I was at a really fragile point in my life, so writing was really my only escape. I wrote over 200 poems during my time there, which sparked my love of the genre. I don't follow any particular type of poetry or rules, I just write what feels right, sometimes all rhyming, sometimes only partially or internally rhyming, and sometimes not rhyming at all. Besides reading other authors' poetry, I am most inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's and Grimm's Fairytales, and well-written modern fantasies. I like a style that is reminiscent of Tolkien as well as fantasies that borrow a lot of material from preexisting fairy tales, folk legends and mythology. My writing strengths, as told to me by those who have read my work, are a great talent for visual description, especially in my poetry, for example, putting words together that conjure up vivid imagery in people's minds. I like to call that "word-art." I write about people's emotions, I describe feelings that they know very well but can't put into words, and that is why my writing is personal and easy to identify with. One by one, the poems come down From their flight on high Like so many wild, winging birds And alight on my paper, mine at last. To get chapters of my NEW Fantasy series Raven delivered to your inbox every Friday, visit Raven's webpage & enter your email address in the form! http://www.raventheseries.weebly.com Besides weekly chapter of Raven you'll also get: ~Exclusive Freebies, giveaways, discounts, gift cards, prizes, special offer, event tickets, and more!

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