quarrel
This is a very old poem from my journals. I took it out and edited it a bit. It is one of my favourites, as it never fails to bring back the memories. Even the best of friends, or spouses, have their differences sometimes...
photo by grafixar
image from morguefile.com
quarrel
like a rush
of arctic wind
that scuttles over
a winter pond
dusting hoarfrost on reeds,
we sat, stiff , cold
as strangers
no words, no words pass between us today.
no words, no words she said.
revised 07/12/08
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Publishing Note :
1. First published on this blog 18th Nov 2009.
2. Submitted for the Movingwords poetry competition 2011
3. Re-post for Poets Rally Week 61, 29th Jan 2012.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
photo by grafixar
image from morguefile.com
quarrel
like a rush
of arctic wind
that scuttles over
a winter pond
dusting hoarfrost on reeds,
we sat, stiff , cold
as strangers
no words, no words pass between us today.
no words, no words she said.
revised 07/12/08
****************
Publishing Note :
1. First published on this blog 18th Nov 2009.
2. Submitted for the Movingwords poetry competition 2011
3. Re-post for Poets Rally Week 61, 29th Jan 2012.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
Labels: love, lovesongs, Poetry, Thursday Poets' Rally
posted by dsnake1 at 10:33 PM
10 Comments:
You have so aptly described a quarrel...the frost that covers and divides...although a painful subject matter this is a beautiful poem.
sometimes, no words is better than words of rudeness.
powerful expression.
The "no words" phase is hard. The way we just have to stop talking for a while and this coldness is rather painful. Running out of argument, regretting, waiting for the emotions to pass. Those poor reeds. :D
Susie,
yes, it's a painful subject matter, but i guessed the poem turns out quite well.
thanks for your comment. :)
Taylor,
hmm, maybe more words could worsen the situation. :)
thank you!
Raven,
:D
poor reeds!
i was looking for images that could describe the mood.
at that time, the words couldn't come. it was in the mind, but it couldn't leave the lips. i guessed it was the same for her.
crip and stunning words...
thank you, Ashok. :)
you never stop amazing me. Good write
:)
Thanks, ZQ!
loved this!
Thank you, magiceye!
how have you been? i am very busy with work lately. :)
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