WALKING THROUGH THE TUNDRA

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Submitted Date 02/22/2019
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I walk through with tundra

of icy air

and bitter cold.

I can feel the despair

of the wanders

wafting around.

 

I question why I am here,

walking

in these conditions.

I think about the bag I am carrying,

the contents within,

and recall.

 

It is for the one waiting

stuck,

without sustenance.

And so I venture

into the tundra

to bring warmth

to the one expecting me.

 

Ah, the things we do for love.

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  • David Ross Washington Jr 6 months, 4 weeks ago

    What we do for love. Such a beautiful poem. I read this in so many different ways, like the bag being actual emotional baggage (your lover's quirks that cause some issue), but nonetheless, you love them the same, and are still willing to walk the hard path to meet them in the middle where love is.

    • Ceara 6 months, 4 weeks ago

      Thank you! Yes, the vagueness opens the door for many interpretations :)

  • Tomas Chough 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    That's how you realize love exists. Great poem Ceara - thanks for sharing!

    • Ceara 6 months, 3 weeks ago

      Glad you liked it :)

  • Miranda Fotia 4 months ago

    Great imagery!

    • Ceara 4 months ago

      Thank you!