Icicles down my spine

as a prison. Good use of theme. In ink, David

not again, without my permission. Powerful. cheers, Jess

paula buckenham look but dont touch, i am fozen but dont try to melt me, shutting it all out, thats what this poem evokes , introvert , thats the word , i liked the poem very much. paula

...and it still gives me a chill, as I believe it should.

Nina oh Nina who did that to you, or made you feel this? I shall come with my sword and flail him, I was a fencer for my county in Leicester c ity an even almost joined the Olympic team, but it was a dedication I decided not to take, travelling to London once a week, it would need a great love to do that. Your poem is penetrating and comes from the right city does it not? Ann with love.

esp. the parallel structure of the first 2 stanzas. I hear a slight rhyme at the end of this, i.e., "piercing the heart within," but that is commentary rather than suggestion. Simple, powerful piece.

reaching to you from the back pages I like this very much, but may I suggest that "the icicles seem to have grown" somewhat takes the edge off their intent. Their points are real, therefore making those words redundant, the icicles have grown two sharp ends, for me this seems to hone them. with respect. Craig

this is an intense short poem like the warmth of soul was taken wow great poem

What a powerful piece, the first two stanzas ooze of hurt and pain, the last is the most stunning! Smacked me right upside the head that stopped my heart... wow! it speaks volumes to me. the impact...just wow. Live, Laugh and Love (and don't forget to write) Tink