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    Lonely Poem Contest Winner 
 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: April 20, 2020      Views: 128

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This work has reached the exceptional level
A poem about seasonal depression and winter loneliness
"About the Rebirth" by Anya Trofimova
Never fear old friend, dormancy is also transient,
same as your winter depression.

When the year has finally yawned and turned upon a
half-revealed shoulder remember the first scrambling moil
of enchanting white snowdrops break our backyard drowse
of seasonal disrepair; the first sparse and tentative spills as
they appear uninvited on our neatly tendered roundabouts,
spring's exploding over the curb's edges in alabaster petals,
winking like children striving for the tallest object they can reach.
Sweet warm honey and milk combined and dropped into the
melting snow.

The other day I nearly picked a bunch for you, my dear friend,
but remembered, in time, how in your own garden you'd always
prefer to let them shrivel back into the coldest soil, how you'd
stubbornly insist that it invigorates next year's stock.

Writing Prompt
Write a free verse poem to express the state of loneliness in not more than 15 lines.
Lonely Poem
Contest Winner


Author Notes
Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is a type of depression that comes and goes in a seasonal pattern. SAD is sometimes known as "winter depression" because the symptoms are usually more apparent and more severe during the winter. Estimates show that over half of elderly people struggle with chronic loneliness in winter. This is a little poem to inspire some hope in those dark winter months.

For me, there has always been a quiet admiration for the snowdrop. These winters our synthetic snow does not melt, our migrating birds no longer run like clockwork and our peat has spoiled the wakening bumble bees. It is only this humble, reliable flower that braves its ritual celebration in the very teeth of winter on our roundabouts and in the tumble of roadside flowerbeds. So often unnoticed, they cluster round benches like a reminder to take deep darkness off the rack. There�¢??s something so pure about snowdrops - the way, even as adults, we tentatively pick our way through those nodding flowers as if tip-toeing on eggshells, or rest them, naked, in our vases. But perhaps the most inspiring thing about these delicate flowers is their hardiness, the welcomed return of the ancient colonies that have outlived their planters, and, through autumn and winter, the way their pregnant bulbs lie in the soil, awaiting rebirth.

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