"unfreezes" poems
*Gazing,
almost lost,
into the
crystal-clear still waters,
at this tranquil spot,
she could sit,
and just be,
for hours upon hours.
Reflections
of her fragile soul
blanket this lake
with its sparse creases,
these waters border
the forest - deep
into those woods,
her heart, it reaches.
As the lightest
tender breeze
stains the satin spread,
her slightly tainted soul
smiles - through her eyes
you can clearly see this.
With the mildest
most gentle breeze
her anxiety is carried
far, far away;
her restrained breaths
are freed - her anxiety
suddenly ceases.
Her soul's reflection
in the
crystal-clear still waters,
abruptly freezes,
the lake,
a satin finish,
the gentle breeze
is now gone -
her tender soul
is at ease,
her gentle heart,
this pleases.
This precious
peaceful moment
she seizes,
capturing it as a
mind, body, spirit,
and soul pleasing experience,
before her mirrored reflection
unfreezes.
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
When the pack ice closes in and the evening ends only to begin,there comes a point when you realise
you cannot win.
The world will spin but you do not because you're rooted to the spot and you haven't got a clue,you don't know what to do and so you freeze.
The morning breeze unfreezes you but still you don't know what to do and you shiver in the early air wishing you were anywhere but here,
and the fear you feel is just as real as shadows that you cast,though you know deep down that fear like shadows fades away and does not,cannot last.
The summer comes,that evening goes but you felt the melt of snow along your spine
so you sit and wait 'til it gets quite late and you do it all the time,but time is moving on and you're still rooted to the spot,still without a clue,still do not know what to do and really there's no helping someone who's closed off like you.
The ice holds tight
for some the night will never end and some will never lend their eyes to gaze upon the clear blue...
lights and skies and butterflies and I have wandered through the why's and wherefore's
stored multitudes of memory in the rack,been there and back and still the ice pack closes in,
this spin of mine ,this start and stop and waste of time,this snow that melts along my spine,
in the shallows of my mind I dine alone.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Lost in the swirling winds of time
moments spent in the dark abyss
I no longer remember your sweet love
memeries lost, not there to miss
My mind magically forbids thoughts
of all the sorrow and the pain
Like the echoes of wind when songs end
causing tears,rivelets cascading like rain
Seasons to come, Seasons that have passed
none matters to me, they're all the same
You're gone, swept away by linear tides
my mind no longer remembers your name
Solid foot walls standing sentinel
protecting me, from long ago
when you left, no choice of yours
with angel wings glistening like snow
Alas! against my will, your echo unfreezes
one moment in time, permitted to pass by
that day of horror when i buried love
Angels sing to me a Six feet Under Lullaby!
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Where it is cold,
ice can peacefully be.
It won't bother anyone,
not you, not me.
But once it gets warm,
it will start to melt.
Not fast, but slow,
but it is still felt.
And as it gets hot,
the ice starts to run.
It's sad and it's lonely
and not anything fun.
And once it is melted,
the ice is no more.
Just a sad little puddle,
Defenseless and poor.
Will it get back, to the cold
where happy it was a time?
Can it freeze again,
and end up just fine?
Once it unfreezes,
it can freeze again.
But it won't feel the same,
it won't be ever again.
For each time ice melts,
it loses some of its heart,
and when nothing's left,
everything goes dark.
So if you see ice
somewhere it's not cold,
please keep it from melting,
you need not be told.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
In a winter reflection, through a cage of ice,
I watch a shadow of myself love you.
From a sunken place, I’m stuck,
Endlessly pacing within my head,
I’m stuck, a lonely, hungry tiger.
The coldness fills me slowly
as I watch you from my prison.
The bars to my cage pretend to bend,
but it is only a trick of the sun.
I refuse to leave the cage
even though I have the key,
for safety
for sanity
for selfishness
I swallow the key often.
The cage will melt eventually
so I will wait until then,
It is hard to hate for so long
in conditions like this
where every day the water freezes
and unfreezes and freezes.
It is hard to hate when her hands melt the ice.
Love freezes the pain and drips away everything else
Into the gutter, but the sun always falls, still.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
I met the devil on the razor edge of Pembroke and Third
While the corner cafe stealthily sold me hunger
In the scent of overburnt croissants and coffee spills.
You've got flecks of him in your eyes, you know,
They're the color of an impassioned yellow sky,
And your mouth froths a bit like boiling water.
And your laugh barks like a mangy dog
That's found another final meal
In a pool of scraps and pigeon blood.
The ground is too flat here, and the world too grey.
The wind whistles too loud and cars
Are leaving me behind in too much of a hurry.
But this is just a stop, just a chance meeting
With another glimpse of the devil
Until the bus unfreezes time in this toy town.
Until I can hide with the rats in the darkest
Corners of buggy bright lights
And share a bed with another devil in another station.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Two forces come together,
Bringing change and clarity.
Razor sharp, crystal clear,
A frozen rarity.
The air is crisp and certain,
White with innocence, laughter rings.
A fresh snow and with it,
A fresh start it brings.
The air will soon warm,
Crisp uncertainty unfreezes.
Inevitably, muddy earth will follow,
For ice melts as it pleases.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC