There’s a winter cocooned
In my summer heart-
So it is more seeming
More red than blue-
While living in a home
Abhorring the first month of the year
My laughter and smiles
Layer the tear-
Posted for my prompt ~ Life: Paradox And / Or Balance @ Poets United Midweek Motif
13 thoughts on “Balance”
WOW. This poem is sharp as an arrow. The hurt is because of the love.
Susan’s comment reminds me of a doctor telling me that the depth of our grief honours the depth of the love we had for them. Some small comfort. But it hurts, just the same. I love the lines “there’s a winter cocooned in my summer heart.”
Yes, I think you have it!! Lovely poem!
Yes January always seems a bit grim and then you spot a snowdrop.
I love the mental images your poem brews, the way it lets me see a heart full of melted warmth. Summer around winter conjures up hot-springs worth spending days and days and days in…
Loive the first line. Balance is worth striving for and seeing within ourselves.
Is there a cure for winter in the heart? I think you give us a hint in the closing lines: laughter and smiles—even, I suppose, if we have to fake it for a while.
I think the answer is hope, which gives us heart to face the winter and see spring ahead.
“There’s a winter cocooned
In my summer heart-”
You just dived straight into the prompt, how admirable
I love ‘winter cocooned In my summer heart’ – a gorgeous paradox, Sumana!
Love those first two lines; it’s a beautiful contradiction. Then the ease of the poem that turns sharp with the cutting last line. Brilliant!
Sharp poem, so well written.
“A home of monochrome.” Interesting. I was just thinking today that my life and my home are about as colorful as I set out to make them OR allow them to be. Thank you for sharing.