wind down
unspoken thoughts
hammering coldness
in traveler's bones.
.
the waves of pain
melt firmly
in my flesh
.
sleepy light steals looks
on a snowcovered paveway
and that does haunt a small me.
.
when the snowflakes stick together
and knit the world with dangerous
net, a stalking ghost
slams a door shut
against an old tomb.
hyde park poetry palace thursdy poets rally week 80 (Feb 4 -Feb 17, 2015)
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powerful imagery.
ReplyDelete"when the snowflakes stick together
ReplyDeleteand knit the world with dangerous
net, a stalking ghost
slams a door shut
against an old tomb." -- love this metaphor...
-robin http://mysecretinnuendo.com
lovely metaphor.
ReplyDeleteamazing one.
ReplyDeletedreamy imagery.
ReplyDeletenice expressions for haunting metaphor.
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love this.
ReplyDeletewonderful....this...bliss
ReplyDeleteCrisp imagery, very cool
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely--especially your close--
ReplyDeleteOh that closing is really powerful.
ReplyDeleteexcellent.
ReplyDeleteamazing and complete.
ReplyDeleteexcellent imagery.
ReplyDeletewinsome.
ReplyDeletelove it.
ReplyDeletecareful write.
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ReplyDeletebeautiful this.
ReplyDeleteMystical the journey, harsh the reality.
ReplyDeletePoppy
I love the idea of snowflakes being knitted together.. I love knitting, for one thing.. and it sounds really cool. Lovely poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThe imagery here is out of this world! I love it! What an incredibly beautiful poem...
ReplyDeletesuper nice.
ReplyDeletelovely.
ReplyDeletenice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sensitive poems! I read several of them, and I like this one the best!
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