One Cold Night

One Cold Night short poem

‘The cold full moon is out tonight
In this harsh winter away from home
As fainted stars hung in dreary sight
With all but gloom as he stood alone

The eerie silence of the winds
That gently blew the resting leaves
As it tears through his breath and skin
In grim stillness and chilly breeze

Though no longer in prime of life
His body has gradually decline
As tiredness is felt from torn and strife
After years of toil down the line

His thoughts carried him to the past
Of lifelong secrets and early love
Fond memories that will never last
That only the heavens knew above

As the rays of moonlight calmly gleams
There is one that blesses his soul
A name spread along the moonbeams
Who has quietly made him whole

For years that they have been apart
His hopes and dreams in silence sealed
She remains the warmth of his heart
In teary times when thoughts are veiled

As the evening falls in memory
The moon now hidden from the clouds
As he walks away and silently
With the dark cold landscape left behind.’ 

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Mr. Jesus Diaz Llorico hails from the beautiful province of Iloilo, Philippines. He was a former member of the Police Force in his hometown for a couple years and later on joined the Bureau of Fire Protection wherein he was assigned in several parts of the Visayas. He then decided to go abroad and work for 22 years in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and is now connected with the Prince Sultan Airbase in Al kharj. He is a regular contributor of the PANAY NEWS, a daily newspaper in the Visayas and the KABAYAN WEEKLY, one of the leading weekly newspaper in the United Arab Emirates. Working abroad, away from his native land and loved ones, it is in writing poetry that Jesus finds comfort in times of solitude in a foreign land.
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Srinivasan Shankaraman
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Well written.
I know how lonely it can be in a foreign land esp. Saudi Arabia, having worked there myself.
The poet’s own loneliness is reflected in the poem.

Best wishes.

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