I counted the rows of buttons on my overcoat
some ungodly reason
I found three missing
I shivered outside the door
window reflecting the dour outside
my breath misted my eyes
it was an effort to see the walls
I felt the demise of my memories
you know all the details
someday you will help me
in the revival of those
now I wouldn't change my life.
"how absurd, that I can think like this standing in the snow"
I just love that last line, "...how absurd, that I can think like this standing in the snow." How often true it is that our minds (and hearts) wander that way...
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Amazing write.. I still cherish that I was the 100th follower of your page.. and indeed every visit makes me happy to have discovered your writings..Gautami..
ReplyDeleteThe photo-montages are powerful and this pictorial composition is chilling too!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful take. Shows one can still think on one's feet in times of adverse conditions.
ReplyDeleteGreat read- I too love that last line!
ReplyDeleteI love the image of the overcoat with the missing buttons. It sums up the melancholy feel of this piece. Nice.
ReplyDeleteAh, the missing pieces still crave finding even in the snow. Nicely crafted...
ReplyDeleteVery interesting view....I also like that last line...
ReplyDeleteYou always pack a punch in the last line.
ReplyDeleteThe words paint a more vivid image than the photo, well done.
ReplyDeleteNice work.
ReplyDeleteI like the image of the door reflecting the outside back at you so that you are surrounded by the cold as you stand before it pondering--nice.
ReplyDeleteNice and such a powerful post!! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely! And a nice photograph to boot. When it's time to shovel snow here, I will let you know what wanders into my mind :)
ReplyDeleteBrr..I love the certainty and strength against the cold (despite the missing buttons!)..thank you for your visit and comments..Jae
ReplyDelete"some ungodly reason", made me smile. "now I wouldn't change my life", is an interesting line that, somehow, hold both the past present and future within it. Nice poem.
ReplyDelete*chuckle*
ReplyDeletethe (missing) buttons are a grand touch.
We think all sorts of things while we're waiting..very fine!!
ReplyDeleteCold, frost, ice and snow they can stir feelings in us we don't want to recognize, I liked this very much!
ReplyDeleteYou have a beautiful way with words. Read aloud it is truly wonderful. The missing three buttons makes it a lot colder to me.
ReplyDeleteMy mother in law suffers from Alzheimer's, this post reminded me so much of her, especially the declaration at the end.
ReplyDeletewell done
Amazing poem. It does leave such a sad feeling with the demise of memories.
ReplyDeleteThere is a sense of loss that comes from reading your words...
ReplyDeleteI think I might be the only one but the buttons affected me more than anything else. The lack of the one thing protecting you from the chill (either from the weather or life) makes it harder to face it sometimes. Great offering all around, thanks so much for sharing with us!
ReplyDeleteThose three missing buttons convey a lot about how we all feel sometimes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece...
ReplyDeleteI admire your writing :)
Dear Gautami: "the demise of my memories" and the missing buttons, gives a feeling of the old big chill when we age and what becomes of us then, brrr!...imparting a thorough impact to the heart! Talent +++ Most Excellent!
ReplyDeleteSome memories are best not revived. The discovery of the misssing buttons makes this oh, so poignant.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
You think like a true artist Gautami...this is beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteThe oddest of objects bring the most dearest of memories.. and mostly, they evoke nothing bud sadness and tears..
ReplyDeleteYour poem really resonated with me... and the 3 missing buttons thing was just superb! I think that's what I meant when I said 'oddest of objects' ..
Lovely Magpie!