One Recurring Winter

My life has
one recurring winter,
one hundred days wither,
where one man shivers,
incurring cold
Sibylline, Sibylline

For I read into dreams
he never knew he had.
He gave me his past
in present of an offering
I re-read yet could not accept.

I’ve been cursed
with a fate and
a perception
of prophecies
I did not ask for.

This man,
I cared for him at first
and then realized the worst,
I fell too soon.

My eyes turned away
from what would have
saved me pain
that, now, stabs in
retracing his going.

Though I did ignore what words
spelled into an ending early on,

I just wanted someone.

Now he cries, Sibylline, Sibylline
from the bottom of the stone tower
but I had nightmares of his last hour.
And I vowed never to be
the damsel in distress,

doesn’t mean I loved him any less.

But now, I am one tear away
from letting down the lost rope
to silence this dirge of lost hope,

Come back to me

But this curse of wisdom knows
having him close would destroy me.

So I die, broken immortal,
as what’s left trails away
every century.

So I grieve, eternally,
for the last vestiges
of our melody,

slipping into memory,
incurring cold

Sibylline, Sibylline

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!

2 thoughts on “One Recurring Winter”

  1. Gowan has come into a stretch of intense yet abstract challenging poems that show prowess of subject matter and writing finesse not found in most, and not found very often at all in a poet aged 20.

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