Plunge your hands into the blistering blizzard.
Dig your fingers blue, then black.
Claw at the ice
till your skin blooms roses.
You'll never get my cold heart back.
Pound your fists on the frozen ground.
Rest your head against the stone.
Touch my name,
etched deep and smooth.
My cold heart rests with my burning bones.
55 Words for my G-Man!
29 comments:
ugh...not too long back i saw a woman laying on her husbands grave...i fetl weird looking in on her private moment but it was easy to feel the depths of her pain...
Damn MZ...
This was so vivid. My fingers are feeling the 'Blooming' throb!
Fine piece of writing.
Loved your 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
such passion and cold pounding images...happy friday ~
What a passionate emotional write!
yeh there's pain (and stupidity) etched in that ice
nice MZ
hugs
This should have been written at the end of October it is so haunting.
Oo...chilly in more ways than one! ♥
Super chilly emotions in the raw, there. Excellent.
Yikes.... very deeply emotional MZ
Wow frozen- I really like what you did with this!
I think this is how my husband is feeling this Christmas. I took his mother's name off the Christmas card list. It was hard to do.
Really like how you play with color and feeling in here. Dig your fingers blue, then black what a scene portrayed in this single line. another great write. Thanks
A powerful write, MZ.
Cold Ethyl, what makes you so c-c-cold, honey?
This made me shiver, Mama Zen. The imagery is stark and stellar.
Wow! That is full of powerful images...great write!!
It is a hard sell MZ! We may find such rare moments to let off steam and we are the more sane there after!
Hank
This poem made me think of a poem--translated from another language--about a relationship that had ended. The speaker voiced something like, "You didn't yell at me, you didn't hit me. Instead, you merely looked at me as if you didn't know me, and the indifference cut me to the core."
This is a poem best served cold.
Smokin' poem, just smokin'. xo
Claw at the ice
till your skin blooms roses
The whole poem is sensational in my book, but these two lines just soar above everything. Wonderful.
this is just great, love the flow, the mood. well done
What a powerful piece of writing. Remarkable. And to read that Brian actually saw a similar scene...well, what are the odds.
I hope you realize what a profound poem this is.
oh wow..love the intense emotions in this mz..you make me feel the desperation and grief..
Ah, this gives me shivers. I feel the chill.
Wow, MZ... those are some strong, vivid words full of such emotion... a really good piece!
Couldn't have a more complete image of love lost as that of a lover pounding in futility on a grave of a beloved whose love has died. 55 hot coffin nails for this one. - Brendan
Wonderful juxtaposition in the last line, Mama Z! Intense, like that blast of cold air that takes your breath away.
This one stings like a frostbit thumb. Great imagery and intensity. Keep warm MZ!
whew! this one's painful from the cold heart to the burning bones!
♥
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