Cold As Frost (Ode To Robert Frost)

Subjective to the eyes upon words, poems are never the same twice. Quiet as snow fall you revealed the truest form of a self centered "October" day. Leaves fall in a similar pattern to unfamiliar words being recited around an ever- trusting ignorant society. Perhaps the "Road not Taken" is where i shall resign my poetic beliefs and live as a reborn gust of wind, blowing lives in foretold directions. I have taken the time from time which has already escaped my life and given it too less of a friend, which became more of a burden. Pride bursts out in every direction giving reason for blame when blame insults the very essence of my reflection. One star permanently blazed into an empty sky can depend on me like clockwork, for I am the first to call criticism upon "Frost" in the winter. If it were truly that simple then the pen would lose it's importance as the tool of our trade. Who said that brilliance was not born, only created through practice? Then would be the time too call yourself gifted. A lifetime is lived "For once, Then Something" and until time is chosen none will be revealed. In my world; the sun will not shine without the loss of the moon, the rain only falls upon broken smiles, and the breeze is never as cold as "Frost".