The cold is filling my hands in
January's chill damp weather
With thunderbolts and lightning.
Two thumbs and two fingers
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Life's realities captured nicely.Every body passes through winter.It is painful as you said 'Stubbornness may prevail and I press on through the pain, but Then night gets its own back as I am kept awake
A very heartfelt poem embellished with compelling images and beautiful poetic expressions. Liked the opening stanza. I can see those unfortunate fingers at close range.Superb imagery.
The dead of winter which is usually in January is indeed the most intense stillness and darkness that affect our emotions. Yet, this is just ephemeral. It shall come to pass and we can enjoy again the wonders of existence.
Cold weather augments our suffering / pains specially when we are sick or have been suffering from existing illness. The cold air that cuts like knife is just terrible.
Yeah patience is the only way to deal with it. Tough time don't last more than tough people. Take care.5***
Thank you David for sharing your thoughts. Patience is the only way until sun shines......10
Happy to know you are a musician and can play the clarinet. Soon spring will come and you will play your instrument to your heart's content.
It is a cold and biting winter. I can feel the terrible cold creeping into the hands and fingers.
Dave I see you mention yr clarinet are you practicing? Bravo!
Not now, the weight of it rests on my right thumb which gets painful after half hour and last till the next day. It'll be ok come spring.
Your poem is very well expressed. I'm sorry about your struggles with arthritis pain. I hope spring comes quickly for you.