Cold the white waters cascading
Hard the glass jewels of ice
Glint in the sun with no warmth
Winter
Not yet ready to melt
My tears the white waters cascading
My teardrops glass jewels of ice
No warmth to melt or to break them
Frozen
Not yet ready to move on.
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Author:
Joanna Garrido (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2018 08:19
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Comments3
Good use of comparative metaphor Joanna - I look forward to reading more of your work.
as cool as perma frost... an enjoyable poem to warm ya cockles on a winters mane...
Good write. May those frozen tears melt soon into tears of joy.
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