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Winter, the Martyr


Author: manwithnoname
ASL Info:    18/M/Ontario
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Words: 140
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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Written for a poetry anthology in my Gr. 12 Writer's Craft class. Another poem on how I hate winter.


Winter, the Martyr



Winter dies like a martyr
The fire of the sun lapping at it’s pure, white robe
I am not sad to see it burn
My heart jumps for joy

Birds, as if emerging from a frozen spell, cry out in songs of happiness and love
Flitting through the air like a million glad tidings of spring
The robin, red breasted and proud, is the symbol

The surface, hard and slick
Has reduced itself to liquid
The boat, stuck in the winter plains
Is once again freed
The fish can now leap out of the water
Like water rabbits, searching for the sun

Die, you cold, icy martyr
Fade away like the thaw
Do not return, please
Although I know you won’t comply
You are always reborn, much to my contempt
You, icy martyr, are my discontent




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  I laugh at the fact that you call winter a Martyr. It can be the cruelest their is of all of our four delicate seasons here on Earth, yet I yearn to believe that winter is the most beautiful of them all. Everything is frailed with death, it's vicious winds and tormenting cold yes could be something most can not handle. But have you ever experienced that of vision of a midnight sky and its stars and the full moon beaming down onto the snow leaving those evergreen coated trees and covered ground a tinted blue everywhere that is covered in snow. The most beautiful thing in the world. Yet Martyr, I'm sure you know it's definition, and the reason you kept it as a title, but I beg to differ the title and the use of the word, for how can winter die not renouncing a religon, for a seanson has no religon, just as Azuire said, it kinda is nerve wracking. I love winter as well. In the Black Bible, the Book of Set, or just simply the Satanic Bilble winter was named after the cruelest of all princes in Hell Leviathan. Lol, sorry I'm getting into religon again and I don't mean too. Though I do like your poem you had some nice images and a lot of thought in it.
| Posted on 2007-09-22 00:00:00 | by Crestfallenman | [ Reply to This ]
  Ahhh. I love winter, possibly because I cannot function properly in an environment with sunshine all the time. I think I'd be the first person to die of too much summer.

Die, you cold, icy martyr
Fade away like the thaw
Do not return, please
Although I know you won’t comply
You are always reborn, much to my contempt
You, icy martyr, are my discontent


I'm slightly peeved at the repetition of "icy martyr", nearly three times consecutively, it gets slightly on the nerves when read out. However, the descriptions, though simple are quite vivid. Though I disagree thoroughly with the content, like I said, I love winter.


The surface, hard and slick
Has reduced itself to liquid
The boat, stuck in the winter plains
Is once again freed


Thanks for the read.

Cheers
Azuire
| Posted on 2007-09-21 00:00:00 | by Azuire | [ Reply to This ]


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