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Winter Mother Poem

Winter Mother Poem

Here is the “Winter Mother Poem”!

Winter Mother Poem

Couched on crimson cushions,
pink bleeds gold

and red spills into ones heart.
Broad leather keeps time,

calibrating different hours
in different zones

unaware of the grammar
that makes sense.

Only random woofs and snores
of two distant dogs

on a very cold night
clears fog that is unresolved.

New plants wait for new heat
to grow, to mature.

An old cane recliner contains
poetry for peace woven

text keeping comfort in place.
But it is the impatience of want

that keeps equations unsolved.
Heavy, translucent, vaporous,

split red by mother tongues
winters breath is pink.

-by Sudeep Sen

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