Monday, December 16, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #198


                                         THE ICE CUTTERS/ 1911/ Natalia Goncharova


THANK YOU, Tess....for Magpie Tales...


COLD

I'm so cold without you.
My heart,
no longer a red fist
directing our traffic,
is lying in state.

My quiver is full of shards
that will kill,
if I release them.

Yet I pester to shake loose
from the ice house.

Once again,
waiting for your touch
to thaw my wintry blood.

I'll melt,
flow
into a wave of celebration.


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10 comments:

  1. Hi Karen S.
    Without a doubt..thank you!!

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  2. You turned cold into warmth ... a love poem. Nice, Lyn.

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  3. Hi Helen-
    Thanks...warmth is always better for me!

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  4. "I'll melt,
    flow
    into a wave of celebration."

    ah yes! like slipping into a tub of warm water! Cheers and thanks for all your nice comments thru the years!

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  5. Hi Kathe W-
    Who can top those words?...writing is a blessing, for sure..thank you so much!!

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  6. The heart as a red fist...oh how I love that...

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  7. Hi Tess-
    Can always count on you...in so many ways..Happiness to you and all those Prompters!!

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  8. Sounds like she could be a double edged Damocletian sword ! Merry Xmas Lyn

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  9. Hi Kutamun-
    I agree...she does cut a wide swathe!! Thanks and Happy Holidays..

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