Cold comes as a fog rolling in slowly, penetrating through cloths like water
seeping steadily to the bone
Muscles locked doors, under frigid drafts pour or' threshold cracks shaking the building with its force
Stiff with frost, joints creek in a home frozen, icy air through chimney groans
Stagnant behind barred windows there is no release
Glass fogs to where only gray can be seen
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The symptoms of being cold and anxious are almost identical and it often takes external cues to tell the difference
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a great write and a fav, lovely wording
Thank you so much Norman for your kindness and review it is most important to me.
and most welcome
You just gave me the chills. š¹
Ha ha... Thanks so much Teddy for the read and comment you made me smile and I appreciate that.
The colds, the flu and being cold are quite similar in my experience; so Iām somewhat doubly vigilant š„¶ š§šļøšš»
I love this take on it my friend thanks so much for the read and comment
I can relate to this.Anxiety and cold can both be similiar types of panic.Well written amigo
Thanks so much my friend for the read and for the support it is most important to me and valued
Soren, what a powerful piece. I love how the cold progresses from an external fog to something that invades every layer of the speaker's world. The locked muscles, groaning chimney, barred windows, and fogged glass all contribute to a feeling of confinement and endurance. By the end, the gray landscape feels less like a scene and more like a state of being. Wonderful write, my friend. š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Thank you Tristan I appreciate your read and comment that encompasses the sensation of both cold and anxiety. I appreciate your support and encouragement.
The vivid portrayal of cold as an invading force creates a powerful sense of inevitability and helplessness. The transformation of the aging body into architecture, the feeling of entrapment, and the obscured vision all suggest emotional desolation. Rich, evocative imagery makes that desolation feel tangible, invasive, and inescapable.
You are most kind and perceptive Soheil. Yes the two are almost interchangeable physiologically and require external cues to tell the difference. Your words are most appreciated my friend
You are welcome.
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi I appreciate it
British summer has now stalled and the electric blanket is back on the bed.
'Somewhere in the world people are complaining of the heat. Not so far from those people, someone is cutting a hole through the ice to catch dinner.
Should have just gone to the supermarket.
Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment. Your words are most appreciated
Sounds like my Bedroom in Winter.
Cold and Anxious - I can understand that .
A fine way to put it .
Thanks so much Kevin I appreciate the review and comment
I love the metaphors in this, especially the first sentence. AMAZING work
Thank you so much for the read and most kind words of encouragement they are deeply appreciated
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