Crimson Warmth

Crimson Warmth short poem

Vague log cabins speckle the yawning valley
against the rapture of majestic mountains.
Narrow pathway snakes up the range,
gooseberry shrubs colour the sides
of the stony trail that leaves me cold.

Squinting against the dead sun
chilly winds dampen my spirits
and leave my hair cold and white.
My Spine aches, am indecisive to tread;
maybe it’s not wise to dare this trek.

A faction of monks trace the swirling path
gracing like a ball of red zarberas.
Serene faces marked by a thousand lines
carry a spark to their praying eyes.

Crimson flutter reveals gleaming heads
on bare swaying shoulders;
oblivious to the dipping chill,
naked feet define a destination
warmed by their holy touch.

As the file draws nearer,
eyes are blinded by crazy winds,
Stillness wraps numb feet
and mind freezes.

they walk past me
sacred energy overwhelms
as peace descends
my heart feels an amazing warmth
And my teeth stop chattering.

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I remember a night when I was about 10 years old I woke up at midnight and foraged for a pen, I was desperate to put on paper the thoughts that dived and splashed in my mind. ..that was my first poem, it was called "Walking with Grandpa". Today I am a mother of two with all kinds of poetry and songs speckled across my day. I do wish to find my sweetest song one day and share it with the world .
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Love the imagery created by your words, the stark cold juxtaposed against the placid warm hue faith..soothing reading!

Swathi Rao

Nicely expressed, can imagine a portrait on your words!


I loved your poem. It reminds me of my teacher who was training
me in medition, he said one person with the above serenity
your poem is about can affect 20 poeople around you.


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