I C E : ODE TO SELF
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into
cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed
or already seeded
burning ice
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
silence answers chaos, no questions
faith penetratingly poetic peeps
silver edged sheath transmuting bleeps
action cannot dreamscape when
carriaged Courage is
coloured cloak comely
mission determines doubtless devic discipline
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
evolution her equanimous earthy core
smoothly dictates exalted
memory raw
as fear appears, a whispering whimpering head
she chooses Laurel-Hardy
jovial jokes instead
body-mind will momentarily magically move
illusive graped grace to forth face
zero haste
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
she grooves all goals with
hidden grace
defining own pinky pace,
trusting Trinity true
gives mental lucidity a hue
E equals Endurance, persevering stormy hardships severe ever near,
trials for miles
trancing transforms
grovelling groundless guile
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
otherworldly veneer
belies frothy fortitude
rhombus robust rectitude _________
steady steely solitude
Sun, opposite pole Lover
adoringly advises
she embraces its Fire over
chastising eyes
melting hade Himalayan
I C E to glide embalmed,
charmed warmed waters calmed
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
I’m burning
ICE
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