Me, And My Window of December

Summary

The web content is a reflective poem titled "Me, And My Window of December" by Aaska Aejaz, which explores the author's introspective journey during the winter months, accompanied by a photograph by Noah Silliman.

Abstract

The poem "Me, And My Window of December" by Aaska Aejaz delves into the author's personal experiences and emotions during the winter season. It paints a vivid picture of the monotony of daily life, the coldness of December, and the transition into January. The author describes a scene of solitude, with only a furnace and smoldering coals for company, as they reflect on their desires and the intensity of their emotions. The poem conveys a deep yearning for change and resurrection, symbolized by the burning diary and memories. Aaska Aejaz's work is a response to David S.'s "Window Poems" prompt and is protected by copyright. The piece concludes with an invitation for readers to explore more of the author's work through a provided link to another poem, "Consistency to Play the Dreamy Music!"

Opinions

The author expresses a sense of stagnation and repetitiveness in their daily routine, highlighted by the "consonant room" and "regular coffee."
There is a palpable feeling of being trapped within the confines of winter, described as "frigid boundaries of frosty December."
The poem reflects a deep personal struggle, with references to "trembling hands" and "weeping eyes," suggesting emotional turmoil.
The burning of the diary and memories symbolizes a desire to break free from the past and embrace renewal, indicated by the "desire for Resurrection weather."
The transformation of the "three-cornered" room signifies a shift in the author's emotional state, possibly towards a more passionate or focused perspective, as the "intensity of the love sign has become fanatical."

David S.’s Prompt response “Window Poems” with gratefulness.

The consonant room, The regular coffee, The constant rolling chair and that’s me, Even Outside the window, all the scenario is similar, They are off the frigid boundaries of frosty December That’s what it is unto the icy January night falls, The identical feeling of bruises and my desire for Resurrection weather also, An edge of the parallel room, Hereabouts are few gifts scattered with some pages Only I, and a furnace, And Inside this furnace A heap of smoldering coals Also, the haze rising from that heap and the blaze Trembling hands, weeping eyes, That diary blazing beside the pile of lighting ashes and burning reminiscences too That’s me — that’s the pen in my grasp But the square room has become “three-cornered” now, The intensity of the love sign has become fanatical now!

If you liked my piece and want to read more so, here’s a link to another of my Dead Poets Live’ piece! Consistency to Play the Dreamy Music!

A December Poetry

Me, And My Window of December

David S.’s Prompt response “Window Poems” with gratefulness.

Consistency to Play the Dreamy Music!

In response to creative prompt The Music of Dreams by David S.