a winter’s wind…


by River Urke and Charles Wm. Martin

these things you hold so dear
cradled in your hands
as if a delicate bloom
are mere shadows of your past
you long to hold as it was
cradling a memory
framed in yesterday
unwilling to set him free
but he is not yours to hold
he belongs to a winter’s wind
flowing through these barren trees
like his fingers once in your long hair
combing the woven threads of knowledge
the tangled web of life’s intrinsic collective
delicately kissing a union of unattainable love
knowing he has to walk the paths not taken
your ache bears the weight of drowned tears
tears flowing from a thousand souls
abandoned by the gods of peace
and so each warrior must leave this place
and those he loves for one last futile battle
a battle of man against the natural world
a ludicrous yet crucial clash of power
he stands not with men ~horrified by
the hundreds of years of rap and pillage
leaving the earth a barren tract of sand
sand moving in the hour-glass of history
through this narrow passage way of fate
to where his death will be found
the mere moment you know, stabbed
your heart bleeds for you and your unborn
a wail of agony escapes through silent cries
the loss of your beloved, her father
the time is here to set him free
his soul flies with a winters wind

Once again River Urke and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem.  Duel Poetry a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.

23 thoughts on “a winter’s wind…

  1. That is a cruel winter wind blowing through this poem… of course the lost have to be set free. Better to set them free (metaphorically) while they are still with us… it’s hard, but no less hard after they’re gone. Speaking from experience.

  2. Great poem, feeling almost stream of consciousness but also unfolding a story. Especially like “tears flowing from a thousand souls / abandoned by the gods of peace”

    As a side note – David Bowie wrote some of his songs the same way, he and one or a couple others passing lyrics back and forth.

  3. Stunning. Gripping. You’ve both done an amazing job. I think I shall have to come back and reread it several times to sort it out … or, maybe just to enjoy the beauty.

    Thank you for your gifted collarboration.

  4. I had a Dr. Zhivago kind of feel. That hard winter steals love, life and happiness.

    What an excellent write you two

    moon smiles

  5. Hi Charles and River .. that’s wonderful .. I love the poem, the picture .. and the togetherness in writing it .. I love the way the poem needs very little punctuation .. when reading it just flows ..

    your ache bears the weight of drowned tears
    tears flowing from a thousand souls
    abandoned by the gods of peace

    even as far as immediately putting in the extra syllable of ‘ned in drow’ned ..

    Amazing and truly ? beautiful .. but bold in its thought and progression .. together with the matching photo ..

    Loved it – thank you – Hilary

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