Because we’re expecting wind-chill temps approaching 25 below zero tonight & 50 below tomorrow night, I thought I’d share this:
Somewhere My Love
I thought I saw Dr. Zhivago
outside the window this afternoon
haggard and hollow-eyed, bereft
of his beloved Lara, and I knew
that I, too, standing there alone
and knee-deep in the same windy
drift, would manage, somehow,
to take one more step, climb
one more frozen mountain
if it brought me closer to you.
dVerse Poets Pub
Open Link Night 02.02.23
~ OLN #331 ~
17 thoughts on “Somewhere My Love”
I can feel the struggle in my bones, but if there is enough longing it’s easier to go on.
in all this cold, your passion burns through.
The poem in its entirety is deeply poignant and gives the sense of inner struggle and resilience to me. ❤️
I like the nostalgic image of Dr.Zhivago and how the poem transitioned to the inner struggles of love and patience.
That is a very cold and tough climb but worth it if its for a loved one.
Knowing such cold is on its way, the thought of your beloved keeps you warm and willing. Beautiful writing.
I was just thinking about Dr. Zhivago yesterday how weird
I always think of that scene when it gets cold–and sometimes make borscht. 🙂
My favorite film! I love this 🙂
A great poem and a great movie! Stay warm tonight!!
Love this, Ron! Love that movie. I recently recorded a version of the song, too.
Perfectly romantic. (K)
with love we move mountains!! 👏👏💓💫
That was really beautiful, Ron. It made me want to kick it up a notch or two with my electric blanket, if you know what I mean. 😉 Oh, those dreamy eyes of Zhivago! I’d gladly warm his chilly appendages in the snow banks of Siberia and make him tea and iron his clothes! Right here, my love! 🥶
I feel the chill in my bones, the warmth in your words, Ron. Beautiful poetry.
I thought I saw Prince Andrew driving a bus a few weeks ago, but of course it wasn’t him.