Sunday, March 13, 2011

Frost Poem

Doing Frost
It's cold here
our hearts are incased in fear
everything is frost glazed
we try to think our way free
we want it how it used to be

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10 comments:

  1. MaryMarch 14, 2011 at 3:19 AM

    You have said so much in few words. Sometimes it seems like 'frost' is inescapable,but sometimes we CAN think our way free.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 14, 2011 at 3:20 AM

    My awareness is always at odds with my emotions.

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  3. Eileen T O'Neill .....March 14, 2011 at 5:28 AM

    Willow,
    A powerful set of thoughts, captured within so few words.

    Best wishes, Eileen

    I am now following your Blog!

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  4. UnknownMarch 14, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    Two of my kids have chronic illnesses. This is exactly how I felt upon learning of their diagnoses. And then, with time, the thaw came and spring renewed my hope.

    But that moment? You nailed it here!

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  5. Rachel HoytMarch 15, 2011 at 8:48 AM

    Beautiful, powerful words! I dread that moment...

    My Poetry Pantry Poem: St. Patrick Limerick

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  6. Judy RoneyMarch 15, 2011 at 1:50 PM

    This is an incredible poem of a situation that is beyond words for me. We just want to go back to the way it was. I know. Hugs.

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  7. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMarch 17, 2011 at 5:45 PM

    love the flow.
    well done.

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  8. JingleMarch 17, 2011 at 5:45 PM

    perfect rhymes.

    smart words.
    cheers.

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  9. Madeleine Begun KaneMarch 19, 2011 at 11:56 PM

    So sad, and yet beautiful.

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  10. PeggyMarch 22, 2011 at 5:19 PM

    Beautiful Willow. You did Frost well.

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