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Frozen

Frosted glass glistens in the morning sun Birds chirping in a new day It is here As the view becomes clear With the warmth of the rays I see nothing for which to better myself Intensely watching the hours go by Pleading for the darkness to come Desiring the frost only to conceal me

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Denis Joe

Date: 2/3/2009 5:54:00 AM

I don't usually like 'angst' and I am turned-off by despondency in poetry. Ideally it should reach out and present the reader with assurance. That said I must say that this is a skillfully crafted poem. The sounds of the words and the echoing of those sounds, creates a lovely music. The 'ing' words fit really well with the narrative and complement 'glass glistens' very well as well as the similar sounds of 'myself' and 'Intensely', so close together.