melting seconds ooze
in liquid ice
upon your languid tongue
which is mute
as words dance away on the pine
covered trees.
A shock of beauty
pierced your frosted heart
brittle as the bare bone
softening the impenetrable facade.
Glacial freeze,
slow to run in
the spring fresh river
---the waves of time.
May we chill the trembles
of the clock?
Can we stop up the bottle of change
which has broken
in shards of diamonds?
2 comments:
omg, i don't know how you achieve such a MELODIOUS balance between figurative/literal language... which is super hard to do. (esp for me, at least)
such a pretty variation on your usual writing style, but it still preserves your voice. i think it's so amazing how we can look at a poem and immediately know who wrote it. i can always hear you in your poems, and it's vAnderfel.
<3 love you love you seester
ahhhhh seeessterrr you do not know how much this comment makes me squeal with delight and clutch my heart and blush like a school girl.
creepperrsttatusstooomeee ohh well <3 <3 <3
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