The grayish sky is bleak and low,
Merging with horizon and wiping out that line.
I’m toiling my way through the snow
Knee deep in silvery glistening shrine.
A warming thought assists my tour:
I know that there is waiting for me
My goal, my dream of the hour-
A cup of strong and sweetened tea.
Afar from me among the trees
Grey beasts of prey, a team of four,
Tread lightly in each other’s steps
With gaze intent on gleaming snow.
They know not pity in the least.
Their goal – a deer with timid eyes-
Will soon become their bloody feast.
Each bite their hunger justifies.
And there, amongst the bliss and care,
A tiny toddler is starting his way.
A journey of his life from the wall to the chair
Those tiny feet will perform today.
The thickness of the carpet will soften the fall.
Oh, how to pass that enormous gap?
His goal, though the nearest, is the sweetest of all-
The warmth of dear mummy’s lap.
Comments
TaNjiN, thank you for liking my poem.
Thanks for your appreciation, Dimi. But I must say I'm not that young as a poet, my first blogs on EC were poems...
Hmmmm I smell that a new poet here! auntie, You did it great...
Yuuuhhh your lines have "AB AB" rhymes
GAP =---> LAP
FALL ==> ALL
:) Weahhh I wait ur poems again ahahaa
excellent, I am clapping with my hands and feet!!!
Oi Inna,
Really nicely writen, smooth to read and exite one's imagination. I liked the counterpoint in your poem - the voracious, ruthless beasts and the defenceless toddler seeking the warmth of mom's lap.
Bianca, I'm pleased that you liked it but there will be no continuation, it looks completed to me.
Beethoven, Mohammad, Sandra, Noona, Setareh, thank you very much for liking my poem, I value your appreciation.
Fantastically shaped poem, Inna promise to add some more lines?
Well done dear Inna, you have poetry talent, so don't give up.
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