Cold Steel Day - A Poem
Explaining the poem
Sometimes, I just sit and watch the outside world around me. I know that most people would say that it is best to get out and live, and I do. However, there are times when one must recharge his batteries and bear witness to others living their lives. Sometimes, it is with a proud smile, but on occasion, it is with a confused expression and the words "What the heck?" escaping from my mouth.
This poem came about by watching the clouds roll in with their gray-filled gloom. It was cold, unusually cold for an early fall day. Days like this can affect a person's mood and self-opinion. It affected me more than other fall days. It filled me with a dreadful sense of loneliness.
Don't get me wrong. Most of the time, I like my moments of solitude. True introspection only comes during those periods of "alone time". However, like everyone, I do feel loneliness. The great thing is that I never feel it for very long, which may show from the succinctness of this poem. I do hope you enjoy it.
Cold Steel Day
chill in the air, biting
through my defenses, of skin
raised with goose pimples, reading
like Braille messages, in the darkness
i stand, waiting
for one to come, and join
me on this
cold steel day
the gray skies, swirling
the dead leaves, twisting
the chilled air, existing
on this cold steel day
the heart hardens, aching
bones shrinking, under
the pressure
of the cold steel day
longing turns to despair
and the skies
become a darker gray
no joy exists, in
the loneliness of
this cold steel day
© 2012 Charles Dawson
