Thursday, December 15, 2011

Drift

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:

Brian Miller said...

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...

G-Man said...

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

Heaven said...

such passion and cold pounding images...happy friday ~

Teresa said...

What a passionate emotional write!

moondustwriter said...

yeh there's pain (and stupidity) etched in that ice

nice MZ
hugs

Margaret said...

This should have been written at the end of October it is so haunting.

Jinksy said...

Oo...chilly in more ways than one! ♥

anthonynorth said...

Super chilly emotions in the raw, there. Excellent.

Daydreamertoo said...

Yikes.... very deeply emotional MZ

izzy said...

Wow frozen- I really like what you did with this!

happygirl said...

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.

Fred said...

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

ayala said...

A powerful write, MZ.

Fireblossom said...

Cold Ethyl, what makes you so c-c-cold, honey?

TALON said...

This made me shiver, Mama Zen. The imagery is stark and stellar.

Susie Clevenger said...

Wow! That is full of powerful images...great write!!

kaykuala said...

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

Sioux said...

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.

Marion said...

Smokin' poem, just smokin'. xo

Dave King said...

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.

david francis barker said...

this is just great, love the flow, the mood. well done

Lydia said...

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.

Claudia said...

oh wow..love the intense emotions in this mz..you make me feel the desperation and grief..

Mary said...

Ah, this gives me shivers. I feel the chill.

Laurie Kolp said...

Wow, MZ... those are some strong, vivid words full of such emotion... a really good piece!

Brendan said...

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

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Wonderful juxtaposition in the last line, Mama Z! Intense, like that blast of cold air that takes your breath away.

ab said...

This one stings like a frostbit thumb. Great imagery and intensity. Keep warm MZ!

myheartslovesongs said...

whew! this one's painful from the cold heart to the burning bones!