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:
Merry is, the heart that loves!
Hi Karen S.
Without a doubt..thank you!!
You turned cold into warmth ... a love poem. Nice, Lyn.
Hi Helen-
Thanks...warmth is always better for me!
"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!
Hi Kathe W-
Who can top those words?...writing is a blessing, for sure..thank you so much!!
The heart as a red fist...oh how I love that...
Hi Tess-
Can always count on you...in so many ways..Happiness to you and all those Prompters!!
Sounds like she could be a double edged Damocletian sword ! Merry Xmas Lyn
Hi Kutamun-
I agree...she does cut a wide swathe!! Thanks and Happy Holidays..
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