Heavy Night Air

by Ronald Edwards   Dec 18, 2010


Standing alone
at the end of the day
heavy air settles on me.

Only at night
when the coldest breeze blows
and my memories wont let me be.

Like a blanket knitted
by grandmas two hands,
made of wool, white as the snow.

On my shoulders it rests
like a shelter from fright,
it covers and keeps me in tow.

This heavy night air
does not push me down
nor my knee causing to bend.

It surrounds me completely,
holding me up,
for my eyes to witness the end.

I wonder if during
my ultimate slumber
that the earth is weighty and cold?

Will I even care
that heavy night air
once embraced now nothing to hold?

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  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    A interesting poem that I found to be very heart filled. You seemed to have poured your heart into this piece. I like the stanza structure you use as it makes it flow better and with that the flow overall was really good and the message of the poem was nice as well. In all, I like the many topics you go to in this poem and also the emotions in this poem. Great job and keel writing.

  • 13 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    I love your writing Ron.. It always touches my heart. This poem did. Loved the image you created with your words.. that of a blanket knitted by Grandma's hands to speak of shelter and protection. Wonderful :) Keep penning dear friend! An excellent job indeed :))

  • 13 years ago

    by Cindy

    Ron
    What a great piece.

    Like a blanket knitted
    by grandmas two hands,
    made of wool, white as the snow.

    On my shoulders it rests
    like a shelter from fright,
    it covers and keeps me in tow

    These 2 stanzas really are very touching. How nice it is to have somethng in our mind that shelters us.

    Excellent job!

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