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Michael
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0 posted 01-03-2012 03:18 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Michael

Frostbitten



All quiet now, the air is still.
I reach to her, but feel the chill.
So, in silence, as hands retract,
She ne’er feels the forbidden act.
To give her space, I walk the cold
Night on my own, but truth be told;
I’ve never felt so frail – so weak,
But just don’t know the words to speak.

As night, no friend of sympathy,
So slowly bleeds the chance from me;
I walk on, knowing no other way,
Till midnight black greets the gray day…
And from the darkness where she slept,
From dreaming comfort she is swept
Away to face the day, and stands,
Shadow beyond frostbitten hands.

The bitter cold now piercing skin,
I know, only too well, my sin…
Yet open up my heart to bleed
This purely insatiable need.
‘Recall a voice from days long past,
That speaks of truth, and love that lasts –
Carry it with me in my head,
To face a living world, dead…

Until sun crescendos in climb;
Her song, the whisper of a time
Where ev’ry maddened minute bled
Won’t serve to feed dreams too well fed.
Still, as it falls to the dim west,
Stirred ambition resumes its quest…
All quiet now, the air is still.
I reach to her, but feel the chill.



Michael Anderson

1/02/2012


I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last-my only friend!

~Abraham Lincoln

© Copyright 2012 Michael Anderson - All Rights Reserved
bel1e
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1 posted 01-03-2012 03:22 PM       View Profile for bel1e   Email bel1e   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bel1e

lyrical & lovely...felt the tide rise and ebb as the young man questions himself....yep...just lovely.

write-on

             

JL
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2 posted 01-03-2012 03:44 PM       View Profile for JL   Email JL   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JL

"The bitter cold now piercing skin,
I know, only too well, my sin…
Yet open up my heart to bleed
This purely insatiable need."

Picturesque word art.
Love this verse.

JL


Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Michael
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3 posted 01-03-2012 06:15 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Bel1e, yeah, I think he might have done well to hold his breathe there… forever.

JL, I’m glad you enjoyed… thank you.

Michael
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5 posted 01-16-2012 12:14 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

I’ve never felt so frail – so weak,
But just don’t know the words to speak.

As night, no friend of sympathy,
So slowly bleeds the chance from me;

This aches, my friend... the sense of hopelessness is so strong it makes me shiver... or perhaps my shiver is from remembrance and appreciation. I identify well with the above lines... and I love the way you frame the poem by repeating the beginning lines at the end. Very powerful, wonderful work!
ebonygirl
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6 posted 01-16-2012 11:43 PM       View Profile for ebonygirl   Email ebonygirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ebonygirl

Resume the quest, my friend.
Ms. E
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7 posted 01-17-2012 01:52 PM       View Profile for Marchmadness   Email Marchmadness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marchmadness

Heartfelt words, Michael. Always enjoy your writing.
                            Ida
Michael
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8 posted 01-17-2012 02:33 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Nicole, two      ‘s  trumps one     any day.

Ruth, sadly I’ve had years of practise in “framing the ache.”  I’m a bonafide expert I am.  I am also sorry that you identify with this at all.

Ms. E, indeed, I will.

Ida, thank you for commenting.  I’m glad you enjoyed.

Michael
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9 posted 01-17-2012 10:27 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

somehow I feel this and could probably write something with the same feeling if I could get a break from my unemployed husband
 
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