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there are moments when the world is too much to bear,
but winter keeps the silence rejoicing
and comforts the pain with wrapped white,
(as wedding lace) and buries
itself,
gone are the days
when meaning was ripe and waiting,
when the world seemed tiny
yet foreboding like something to fall:
out of orbit or off a plate.
here the world sleeps.
forever is tied inwards,
where underneath the errors of action
the certainty of certainty,
is but a patience.
essence is a redness,
tied to branch, sheltered by a leaf,
supported by a trunk,
grasping the soil.
there are moments
when the seed has too much to bear,
and grows.
ramedland ©2003
there are moments when the world is too much to bear,
but winter keeps the silence rejoicing
and comforts the pain with wrapped white,
(as wedding lace) and buries
itself,
gone are the days
when meaning was ripe and waiting,
when the world seemed tiny
yet foreboding like something to fall:
out of orbit or off a plate.
here the world sleeps.
forever is tied inwards,
where underneath the errors of action
the certainty of certainty,
is but a patience.
essence is a redness,
tied to branch, sheltered by a leaf,
supported by a trunk,
grasping the soil.
there are moments
when the seed has too much to bear,
and grows.
ramedland ©2003
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Whoa, very heavy stuff. I do wonder why a thing so laid back and simple as "winter" should cause such sadness. Tears burned the back of my throat in the second stanza for its terrible years full of ache. In the end a thing grows and that must always be a positive note. Your poetry has always been intense.