frost-byed
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Gregory Richard Barden.
a chill ...
not on skin - to marrow
if but for the frigid air
a horrid pattern would trace my cheek
though not nearly as horrid
as the one that faces me upon the glass
it is quite beautiful in shape
hemmed with
frost crystals like Guipure Lace
the letters formed perfectly ...
I wonder, am I the first?
did you practice scribing it flawlessly
backward just for me,
or is this your common “out”?
oh, if I was yet a plastic figure -
how divine!
no heart to rend
no trembling hands to hide
just a fake little man stuck in a snow globe
dreamy flakes falling like lashes
with just a simple shake …
plastic man with a
happy castle and cresh behind
oh, if only ...
then this callous word
you've scratched
that drips and freezes into
beauty on the window between us
would be naught but
Christmas fun
instead ...
of a farewell.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment