Frost Scar

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Lead Savior, Dec 22, 2007.

Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. Lead Savior

    Lead Savior Well-Known Member

    Happiness and despair are in delicate balance
    Merely being within my home acts unfavorably on this emotional scale

    I thus cast myself out into the elements,
    into a freezing wind that carries frost from distant mountaintops and deposits it onto my bones
    That kind of cold is almost purifying

    I sit until my muscles shudder, struggling against it until they are exhausted,
    until I am grateful again to return inside
     
  2. Oh, you've done it again! I've re-read it several times and it makes me smile - appreciating the exact same moments (especially in my being a 'winter baby').
    You captured it and expressed it SO succinctly.
    "That kind of cold is almost purifying..."
    I LOVE that!! The whole thing...
    BEAUTIFUL!
     
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.