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Aug 28, 2013
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Flame
Drops trickle down my second skin.
It has been a life time encased in the ice,
my Armour.
The wondrous cold dew seeps the gauntlet’s new pores
Cracking, brittle. Dying
The Sun kisses my finger tips.
A strange, yet familiar sensations creeps up,
radiant Warmth.
My fist clenches, senses bombard the mind
Pain, joy. Life
The armour aches and cracks with each breath,
it splits. Shatters under strain.
Light.
Joy in the pain of life restored
My fevered, incoherent eyes strain at your sight,
a smile. Eyes, distinct in the haze.
Darkness.
Do I dream?
An illusion to vex the soul?
Do my fingers lie at the tickle of grass at their tips?
Do I open my eyes
to see the almond eyes were mere whispers of the mind?
NGJ 2013/08/28
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Ian.T
12 years 1 month ago
Dark One
I liked this one it brought back some thoughts of long ago.
Your last lines:- Do I open my eyes
to see the almond eyes were mere whispers of the mind?
This was to me a lovely memory that never fades, where those almond eyes held my soul..
But that is another story and if I told you I would have to send Digit to your door lol,
Yours Ian.T