Flames they're dancing in my minds view,
snow it's falling in front of my eyes to.
Outer layers keeping the wind at bay,
internally enjoying a hot summers day.
Frozen slow paced cold from a far,
distanced is my warm running car.
Then again, I'm neither here nor there,
I'm on my porch, across the lake I stare.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: the power of ones mind to be in 3 places at once.
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Like a puppy having to train the mind to sit still and enjoy where we are….but now I ask myself How did I get in this trash can?
This is a great poem I love it…
Imagination a powerful and wonderful tool. Very nicely done
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