Unrepentant

Nature’s scowl
unrepentant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rattle my window,
chilled of whisked icy wind,
and I in repose in warmth, enclosed,
smiling at the dark affray beyond my pane,
withdrawn from outside din.

No squall or ruckus beyond me,
shall distract my mind from beauty’s hold,
throwing words onto a page,
seeing how they mould and stay,
where thoughts embellish joy.

Warmth embrace this feeble shell,
at whim of nature’s scowl,
her frozen words do tell, so loud,
and I in opposition bleating sunny days,
joyous jaunts and better ways to be.

My room a fortress, my foe battering the walls,
and yet I refuse to comfort lose, or stall,
for winter cannot lose my mind, sunrise imbued,
and words will tell of beauty’s might,
to hold off all the dead of night, ensue.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “Unrepentant

  • June 2, 2016 at 10:15 PM
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    I so relate to this, Tony. I love winter when I can be inside. I like it among my comforts and soft light, while I let outside concerns float away. It is so wonderful how you can bring a mood or place so easily to your readers, my fine poet friend.

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  • June 2, 2016 at 10:51 PM
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    Too kind Phyllis, these feelings come as I am sealed in my winter tomb while the weather plays its game of veils. Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis.

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