WINTERING

Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell

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29 responses to “WINTERING

  1. Oh wow I love it Melanie, so meaningful, so gorgeously written and expressed. You have said so much in so few lines

  2. Great thoughts in this….”I know love is real but a fugitive from law.” Love that line!

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  4. nice recitation of a beautiful poem 🙂 Loved ‘WINTERING’.

  5. Loved your Audio. Nice to listen to the writer. Loved WINTERING

  6. I got to hear your voice!!! The poem is wonderful. Hearing you read it made a huge difference in understanding it. Your intonation actually made the poem more gentle and lighter than when I read it. I love this idea. Please read more of your work. Wonderful poem The last two lines are prophetic…I believe things really are shapeless and we just keep reforming everything everyday..only to have it go back to it’s free form when we aren’t paying attention:) Love is real but a fugitive from the law…sigh. Excellent poem/post.

  7. The words are wonderful, and to hear you read them made it all the more special! Well done!! **applause**

  8. **That freedom’s breath is raw
    and the world we think round
    is shapeless after all.**
    WOWWwww. x
    Btw, At first I thought “Wintering” was the book about Plath.

  9. Miranda Stone

    Beautiful poem, Melanie! And I enjoyed listening to you recite it.

  10. bgbowers

    Wow, Melanie, wow! I have no idea why you were nervous about audio – your voice is wonderful and it breathes life into this poem and gives it depth. I definitely want to hear more audio!:)

    And, just like everyone else, I adore those last lines…

    “I know love is real

    but a fugitive from law.

    That freedom’s breath is raw

    and the world we think round

    is shapeless after all.”

  11. this is beautifully written and conceived! bravo~

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  13. Reblogged this on Wordifull and commented:

    Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

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