Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United  
(posted by Rommy)
Weekly Scribblings #50:  Down In My Bones

"I’d like us all to think about how we might finish this sentence, “Down in my bones, I feel _”. If you’d rather tackle this from a different angle, you also have the option to write about bones in general. It also isn't necessary to use the exact phrasing."

A chill fills me
down in my bones.
I fear and feel
I will never
be warm again.  Icy
fingers and toes 
will thaw out some 
time in June, when
a warm breeze comes
calling, and I can hear
the birds sing.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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21 Responses to Bone-chilling

  1. Lisa says:

    So true! 🙂


  2. Jael Stevens says:

    Mostly it gets WET in Pac NW winter…so we get “prune-y” or raisin-y 🙂 🙂 I was especially moved by the final lines…”birds sing”.


  3. Rall says:

    Cold is not for the old !!


  4. Helen Dehner says:

    I love this ~ ten months plus into this horrific pandemic I will suffer the discomfort of cold, snow, biting winds ~~ ready for June and a healing planet. Lest you believe me to be a martyr, I assure you winter chills me to the bone as well. Happy Holidays to you and yours.


  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    L*O*N*G time from December ’til June! In my world the birds begin to sing in March, and I will stay snug inside til then. May you find a warm corner and a good book, and may time pass in a pleasant blur!!


  6. My bones and I are right there with you, especially after today. I went out to play in the snow, to hike a bit… and although that was fun, my feet are still freezing!


  7. Jim says:

    I am ready for Spring and Summer (I liked your alliteration, “I fear and feel”), seems we left the countrify for at least a month of the last several years. We were down into the 30’s last week but not quite frost. Last year we did not have a freeze.


  8. Winter has its charms but I love summer and the warmth it brings, lovely poem.


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