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To carry on our love of all things poetry and to keep the energy high, I will continue to post poems by the contributing poets to the anthology until the Colorado Book Awards on May 21, 2017 (info by clicking here).

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Today’s poem is by contributing poet: Dean K Miller

Numb

A flame dances. Winter exhales inside.
Hanging daggers of ice protect the vacancy–
A heart stolen of life.
New fallen snow quilts the roof,
muffle footsteps on creaking slats of wood.
Dropped to the floor, the wine bottle echoes despair.

A longing haunts the cabin,
the nights–hollow and drawn.
She waits for the break of day
knowing life is abandoned.
A flame dances. Winter exhales inside.

Her restless soul reaches for warmer climes.
Memories try to bring him back
to revive the death that steals the night
and darkens the day.
Hanging daggers of ice protect the vacancy.

Amber coals strain to warm the air,
dying crackles of energy spent.
She shuffles across the room,
peers inside the wood stove and sees
a heart stolen of life.

Silence now seldom creased–
a spoon set in a bowl,
a splash of water upon her face.
Life is muted.
New fallen snow quilts the roof.

She knows the time has come
yet can’t remember how long
it has been.
Desperate cries of sorrow
muffle footsteps on creaking slats of wood.

No one will come for her.
She understands and doesn’t care.
Unmeasured time passes.
Evening descends. A veil cloaks her senses.
Dropped to the floor, the wine bottle echoes despair.

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