My fingers numbed at the touch of your hand
Frost of your stare freezes me where I stand
With time's melting warmth I wilt, eyes to the floor
Yet I stand exposed, patiently waiting for more
Apprehension the wind, blows a cold breeze
Still not thawed with ice securing my knees
A frigid silence, electric static of snow in the air
Brow of dark clouds, winter in your glare
As a warm touch sticks to cold steel
To extract myself my skin I must peel
My very shell you silently steal
Sting of loss I feel
In fear of awakening lightning's fire
My emotions I pack, turn my back and retire
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sorenbarrett (
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very much enjoyed
Thanks so much for the read Norman it is appreciated
most welcome
This is well constructed and explores the deeper aspects of Cold.Both in the weather anf the world.I found it to be haunting rendition.Great work amigo
A most heart felt thanks my friend for the review and kind words they are most important to me
I was getting both an intimate/personal and a societal reading of this. Very strong expression Soren🙏🕊️
Thanks my friend you are right on both tracks and your review is most appreciated. The coldness of another needs no words for expression.
Most welcome Soren. And the chills are felt from its poetic portrayal. 🙏🕊️
Powerful.
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