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The wind blows cold And icy shivers Down my spine Benumbs me To a static Frozen mass of pain Beneath my boots The white crystals Crunch like glass And suck my heat Downward from my brain Leaving only breath A frigid cloud Frighted by the quartet Of doom, My malice For Kaikias stays silent Still And shrivels The pallor of my face. My knees hurt With coldness And shiver to the bones As if to dance Before my death With Astraeus Children here. Tell Aeolus to play Till Boreas Icy fingers relinquish My frazzled skin Tell him To let me hear The un-relented lyre In my ear Lest one break To pulse a rhythm bring His kingdom cold Against my frozen blood Ah Euros embrace me Not so tightly now Even you Have a cold heart That set The temperature Of winter's lips ... I have no faith In mysteries of the wind And kiss of suffering I tremble With each meteorological blunder And gust That slices through my layered clothes Like icy water Down my spine. Kaikias I hate you There it is The silence Broken Like a crisp cold glass The still air The hard silence The hollow void between us The numbness of emotion The icicles in the stare

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 1/6/2010 7:26:00 PM
This is exactly what we have going on in the Deep South for the first time in about 20 years. I will have to plead ignorance on some of the references in your poems, but you make me curious to learn about several different subjects. Gleaning information is one of the best uses for the internet that I have found.
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Date: 1/5/2010 5:41:00 AM
Interesting write that could be metaphoric language or just as it says about the cold that has now overtaken the US. I could go several ways with this couldn't I. Very well written for those that understand the mythology. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my writes. The encouragement is greatly appreciated. Sara
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Date: 1/4/2010 4:37:00 PM
L'nass this is a very good poem. Do it get cold in the tropical Island, I dream about being in the tropicals in the winter times. Gwendolyn
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Date: 1/3/2010 11:54:00 AM
I love how you can bring the words to life, making the reader feel, think, and hear! I look forward to reading more of your poetry! I have a feeling your talent will amaze me as it has other readers!
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Date: 1/2/2010 6:58:00 PM
Very strong and interesting perspective on "Cold" great write! Laura :)
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Date: 1/2/2010 5:02:00 PM
Powerful poem. The vivid imagery works well. Keep on writing. Keep warm too. It's well below zero here in West Fargo. Karen
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