Learnt Curves.
The advent of love heats frozen soreness
in most stony hearts.
Its melt-down uncovers the edges of icy
unreadiness and
transforms cold scars into learnt curves
worthy of building more
moments of yield while benign freedom
fans low-burn into care's
flame that which once taken hold never
again allows frosty
defeat to banish future reach for repair.
Experience the feel
of that first kiss and give its fire chance
to liquify hard snowdrifts
for love's glow needs nothing more than
slow stoking with reflective
coals as it knows sparks of forgiveness
warm wintery traits by
roasting away any petrified heart-chill.
The arrival of love breathes fire into lives
given to frigid hope.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Saved for more time to read but loved the start
Ah - hope you like the rest of the write Dan - thank you for starting though.............
Yes absolutely, I could feel my own journey through your words. I just needed me to slow down to take it all in, that's something my brain doesn't always like doing.
Thank you very much on the reminder of what love does and I should not be so nervous to write it out
Love the title and the rest warms the cockles of this reader's heart .....
Neville
Ha - So glad your cockles are warmed and ready to glow. - - merci and mucho amigo................ Fay
I second that notion as I truly laughed out loud!
Thank you both, much peace and respect
You speak of love that once stoked melts all in its wake, and have poem'd it with such depth. But, love is an uncontrolled emotion that once inflicted, cannot be tamed or inflamed.
A fine write Fay.
And long may that love continue to breathe dear Fay. No room for shivers.
Beautiful love lorn write Fay.
Reading your first stanza brought forth a gasp and "there is much wisdom gained from the actual there".
And so it continued, as i agreed with the sentiment so exquisitely phrased.
So very true and heartfelt by all who have journeyed loves chapters and allow a guarded hope a corner of their life.
The last line sums it up perfectly for me. I like your metaphors! A captivating read, Fay!
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