Coldness Poems
The Genius
by Somali Mukherjee
I had told you long, long ago
That I can be no genius;
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
Such a grinding sense of regret
Haunts me often, pretty often;
Be it at sunrise or at sunset,
My Manna becomes Leaven.
......
A question for the lucky ones
by Alex Rose
There is a coldness at my core
Just a feeling, nothing more
When I sink into my spine
Like a draft through open door
Even so, I’m doing fine
The coldness is just one small line
In my body full of other
Full of hustle, love, and brine
......
Awash in Autumn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods
an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding
orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
......
The Genius
by Somali Mukherjee
I had told you long, long ago
That I can be no genius;
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
Such a grinding sense of regret
Haunts me often, pretty often;
Be it at sunrise or at sunset,
My Manna becomes Leaven.
......
A question for the lucky ones
by Alex Rose
There is a coldness at my core
Just a feeling, nothing more
When I sink into my spine
Like a draft through open door
Even so, I’m doing fine
The coldness is just one small line
In my body full of other
Full of hustle, love, and brine
......
Awash in Autumn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods
an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding
orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
......
