Warmth Exists

Ceaseless wind scours
my lips raw on this winter day.
The sun does its best
to remind me warmth exists
if my will is to seek it.



Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings post.
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27 comments:

  1. Debra She Who SeeksMarch 11, 2022 at 1:24 PM

    Such days are all too familiar.

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  2. indybevMarch 11, 2022 at 2:19 PM

    Well, I'm looking for sunshine!!

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    1. RommyMarch 11, 2022 at 5:15 PM

      Woot! I hope you find plenty of it and it brings a bit of cheer.

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  3. colleenMarch 11, 2022 at 2:55 PM

    Yes, bless the sun to get us through!

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    1. RommyMarch 11, 2022 at 5:16 PM

      And thank goodness it's getting a little stronger every day, at least near me.

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  4. Magaly GuerreroMarch 11, 2022 at 5:14 PM

    This one sings to my winter-exhausted soul! Love the imagery, the truth of it, and the delight it evokes. So beautifully uplifting.

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    1. RommyMarch 11, 2022 at 5:18 PM

      Thanks, Magaly. I hadn't attempted a tanka in a while, and although today is nice-ish I wanted to write something to remind me of warmth in advance of the chilly weekend ahead. Brrrrrrrrr.

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  5. Ron. LavaletteMarch 11, 2022 at 6:08 PM

    What is this "sun", of which thou speaketh? New snow just started, will last, and is set to accumulate to 12-15 inches.

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    1. RommyMarch 12, 2022 at 8:59 AM

      Yeah, my plans to go into Philly's Chinatown look like they are on hold. Rain, no problem. Snow, eh, depends on the accumulation. Ice? I can keep my butt where its warm.

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMarch 11, 2022 at 7:48 PM

    I'm already lamenting that Autumn is here DownUnder, and we didn't even have a decent Summer (just lots and lots of rain). Had to get up and put another blanket on the bed last night, in the wee small hours. I guess I should rather be thankful I don't have to experience the serious cold that you face!

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    1. RommyMarch 12, 2022 at 9:01 AM

      The rain just switched over to snow and soon, if the reports are right, ice in a few hours. Brrrrrrrr

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  7. RajaniMarch 12, 2022 at 4:34 AM

    Very dry and sunny here...temps rising steadily ahead of summer.. a cold wind might actually be welcome!!! Though metaphorically speaking.. I agree.. given the state of the world, a little hope would be nice.

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    1. RommyMarch 12, 2022 at 9:03 AM

      Any small shard of hope to keep the chill at bay is very welcome.

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  8. HelenMarch 12, 2022 at 10:56 AM

    There is a book contained in your brief poem ... and that takes talent!!

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  9. Susan AndersonMarch 13, 2022 at 12:04 AM

    The weather you describe feels sadly appropriate. It was warm and sunny here today, and it was almost jarring in light of what's happening in Ukraine. Thanks for your words.

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    1. RommyMarch 13, 2022 at 10:04 AM

      Its shine does feel almost obscene sometimes because of all of the heartache happening in the world today. But then I remember that nothing that brings lightness to the human heart can ever be obscene, and allow myself to take the comfort offered.

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  10. Khaya RonkainenMarch 13, 2022 at 6:27 AM

    The reminder that warmth exists, regardless, is so heartfelt. Thank you.

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    1. RommyMarch 13, 2022 at 10:07 AM

      Thank you, Khaya. Yes, while this piece can be interpreted several ways, the way you are interpreting it is what was in my heart when I wrote it. Finding the sunlight where we can isn't always easy, but it's worth trying.

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  11. Debi SwimMarch 13, 2022 at 11:13 AM

    "if my will is to seek it" Yes, there are too many that would rather curse the wind, Strong poem

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  12. Jewish Young Professional "JYP"March 14, 2022 at 9:30 AM

    This is such a good description of a sunny frigid winter day.

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  13. purplepeninportland.comMarch 14, 2022 at 8:22 PM

    I will the warmth to come. I have always hated having a birthday in March.

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  14. Laura MorriganMarch 16, 2022 at 3:13 AM

    I feel like this is also a metaphor for our times and connection!

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  15. GinaMarch 17, 2022 at 11:50 AM

    Mmmmmmmm.....that moment when you notice the warmth creeping into your cold bones. Contented sighs XXX

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