"cosiness" poems
Family life.
Great aruments and debates
concerning mundanities
and trivialities -
the all-conquering
world of pettines
and , of course,
the taken-for-granted
comforts and cosiness.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:12 PM UTC
My home was a womb,
warm and safe
All noise muffled
by my own content at just being.
Mother, father
gave me strength
through food, shelter
Some empty words that sounded like
'I love you's
that faded like
the paint on the walls
And only appeared as goodbyes.
What happened to safety?
Who needs the cosiness and warmth of the womb
when hot climates invite us through flat screen TV's
Mother, father,
why are you leaving
and taking my safety with you?
And my two loves, my fur friends
Always there.
More than you have been
during my new life
How can you be so insensitive to the tears
that flow from my sister's eyes?
As you take her womb and give it to another
Inside, I suffer as
my old life disappears with the laughter
and camaraderie
to soon be replaced
by legal documents
and one question...
Why?
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
The camp fire burned brightly in the cool air
Flames leaping to touch the sky
Our eyes transfixed as we sit entwined
Watching the little sprites dancing around
The yellow glow of phosphorescence
Bathes our faces and gives a strange
But healthy brightness, eyes sparkling
Lips drawn back in a grin, watching
Many times the central flames danced in unison
Then on their own, looking to be the best
The tallest, the most active, the restful
Flicker in the night then streak upwards
Competing with the stars yet such a new light
An old light, primeval and reliably warm
Protective, dissuasive to wildlife, they too
Enthralled by the crackle of the hot licking flames
Three feet away our toes curl, enjoying the heat
The comfort of the enveloping energy
Every element a paradox of danger versus cosiness
Gripping our fingers, soaking up the radiated waves
Hands stretched out at arms length, spread fingers
Rubbing together and pushing back the hair in our faces
Cheeks rosy, clothes giving that just ironed smell
Evocative and basic, life-giving and wondrous
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC
Oh Winter, I welcome you,
Your nippy air, your kindling hues,
And the tint they cast on my moods,
Oh Winter, if only you knew,
The simple pleasures your arrival bears-
The precious sleep that only your lullaby brings,
The sudden love for rich food you excite,
And so many other little 'winter things'-
Things like colourful gloves and socks,
And poor unsheltered, chilled pink nose tip,
And age-old pseudo-smoking out cold breath,
And cherry/strawberry/cocoa balms to coat the lips,
Doodling a beloved's name on a frosted window,
And tugging blanket under toes in bed, snugly,
The evening nap feeling more easing than ever,
Followed by heavenly gulps of warm milky coffee.
Oh Winter, despite, as the time of
Separation and Forlornness being ill-famed,
Each time you visit, you touch my senses
And leave them pleasantly tingling and inflamed.
For summer may be bright, sunny and sky-blue,
But you can be an enticing dark, a passionate maroon,
You mischievous cupid hiding under the garb of cosiness,
Refilling hearts with yearnings anew.
Welcome, dear Season of Romance,
Time to commence the routine all over again,
Of you- enthusing me with deep cold-warm sentiments,
And me- writing poems celebrating this eternal game.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Stuck looking at a cold grey screen
doesn't feel friendly just feels mean
where went all of the cosiness
I'm sorry but I must confess
that sometimes change for it's own sake
is something maybe to forsake
guess we all must persevere
can't lose what you have all done here
The ambition to build it I admire
but something got lost aiming higher
still time for something to come through
can't imagine poems without all of you
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 3:02 AM UTC
It happened on one fine morning, as sun peeped into my hostel room
I pulled my sheet over my head and prayed to lengthen night hours
But alarm rang mercilessly ting -tong,ting-tong
Scratching my eyes, stretching my arms as wide as could,
I yawned and woke up to start an eventful day.
I felt enervated and body ache added to my stagnation.
I did my daily morning routines half heartedly,
as cosiness of bed was seducing me back to it.
I donned in my uniform, ran to the mirror.
I sensed an itching on my back, I touched it with my fingers.
Under- estimating it as a mosquito bite, I turned attention to my hair.
Suddenly I noticed a dew drop on my chest
Curiously I looked up to find any leaking in concrete ceiling
It protruded up here and there, without any order.
I felt like playing "connect -the -dots" during my school days.
I consulted doctor, he diagnosed it as chickenpox
and gave me sick leave along with prescription.
Those who were already immune to this, gave me tips to care.
Rest moved away from me with "respect" and wished "get well soon"
My father came to pick me from hospital.
I packed my things and got into the car.
On the way he brought me a basket of fruits
and fed my stomach full with advice.
My homecoming was welcomed by my pet dog's bark.
It got annoyed as I didn't pamper her as usual.
I opened windows of my sojourn kingdom.
It endowed me with a feeling of extending my horizon .
I saw dew drops on leaves, hanging down to fall,
dancing in breeze and sparkling in morning sun light.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Tired feet stumble back
Tingling through and through,
Legs so numb, sleepily complain
Of all the running they had to do.
Thirty hours of relentless work,
And only stolen moments of rest later,
The calf muscles I pampered all my life
Cringe and cramp and labour.
Oh my fatigue is palpable,
I can feel it in my heels
In the weariness of my soles
And my jaded tendons of Achilles.
The first respite swiftly comes
When my skin finally recognises
My soft, familiar slippers,
I sink into the feeling and I like it!
Then comes another wave of relief,
Gently easing those knots away,
When my pajamas caress my legs,
Draining out the pain of the long, long day.
I dive into bed, and sleepily wait
For my final portion of cosiness
Which comes when sleep lulls me to bliss.
Indeed, home is where the feet are happiest.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Not knowing where I am going
I am lost in an forgotten hinterland
I used to have such direction
But now I have absolutely none.
Wondering in this place
I am lost in Outer space
Surrounded by cloud
Like cotton wool
As all my lists
Dissolve into the mist
I look north, east ,south and west
No land marks valleys or peaks
As I sniff a little heather
And become as lite as a feather
Somewhere in my stomach
I feel an empty passage
But I take a gentle breath as
Something says nothing is urgent
I am cushioned by the cosiness
of the spongy undergrowth
As I Feel myself grow I delve
Into the peaty marshes bellow
Lost in this sleepy land
I can not help but enjoy
The forgotten Hinterland
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
this morning the road collapsed
and it let the cosiness trapped
the traffic got insane,
the siren mocking among the lane
people screaming with blood on their faces
their joy was so close into ashes
it was a Christmas morning
a saddening mourning,
of those whose smiles disappearing
today a car crashed into the tree
on an attempt to avoid a catastrophe
the passenger got injured so bad
her entire body bleeding red
but the driver stayed fine
he even asked for a wine
........................................
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
You can’t get the stink
Of the hospital
Out of your mind, that
Aspect haunts as
Much as the mindless
***** (who handed
You your dead baby)
Who had icy eyes
And a hint of so what
Written there framed by
The blonde hair, the blue
Eyes and all around
Inside your head the
Buzz of flies. You can’t
Get the colour scheme
Out of your turned back
Memory, the walls
And doors and window
Frames, the nurses and
Doctor’s faces a
Whirl and buzz, and you
Holding onto your
Dead baby’s name there
Amongst discarded
Other names, wanting
The hold to last, to
Feel the soft parcel,
To want her then to
Open eyes, to breathe,
To prove them wrong, to
**** them in their chilled
Cosiness. You can’t
Get the baby out
Of your hurt mind, can’t
Forget the last hug,
The wanting for her
To cling on, to take
Your dug and **** and
**** but she never
Did, never moved, not
Opened eyes; that’s when
It aches the more, that’s
What brings the deep cries.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
after leaving the door ajar for so long
(silently arguing over who was going to leave it),
you shut it in my face.
& i finally felt at peace
knowing whether that door could lead us to another place
or leave us in the cosiness of comfort.
although we switched opinions
a thousand times,
our hands don’t grip the handle anymore.
i don’t mind
if you locked or not.
the door no longer swings.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
There are no curtains
At our windows-
Our room opens into the sky street
Of black -
An asphalt continuum
Broken with a glaring street light
That fizzles like a cloud
Into the edges of the sky
One day soon,
We will clothe our windows
And envelope our home in a
Blanket of cosiness
But for now, I enjoy
The nakedness, the vulnerability
Of an open chasm, as though
We are still camping, perhaps,
Under the rockies or in the atachama
Like we used to, can I say when we
Were young?
When inside, I still feel so young as the night
falls,
Or does everybody?
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC