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Inter the Cold

Fortress of peace ... 
dark entrance
Graduated depths,
steps icy

No more emotional eruptions
just volcanic slumber — 
Something inside has died

Quiet brood ... 
at what price came this cursed silent relief?
Left with only a lonely penance,
seems the calculations weren’t heartfelt
Wavy shadow movements increase

Flickering regret moments,
tears dripping ... briefly melting Arctic attitudes
Aurora nightfall gives illuminated rest,
as smouldering rage slowly cease
Wind whispers listen at a frosty distance,
creating such tranquil space

Gathering calm
beckons a cavern catacomb soul to go 
where another rappel elevated heart went
Open mountain air   ...   no secret crevices
for the solitude to hide
Inter the cold,
and let the cooling revive 

Let the northern exposure erase
all of the igneous pain
As the buried passion escape ... 
feel the snow peak 
kindled heat,
and watch the bonding of the flames 
borealis rise

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 2/2/2019 11:01:00 AM
This has a slowly gathering power that hisses out of a crack in the ice, like steam, in the last stanza! Amazing work! I love the fortress metaphor. Reminds me of an old SF movie, in which, the whole world is frozen.
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Date: 7/26/2018 5:07:00 AM
Love how you play nature into so much human emotion.. beautiful and brilliant, Freddie!
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Date: 7/25/2018 2:37:00 PM
Excellent Freddie. Great descriptions! Well done :) Have a nice day!
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Date: 7/25/2018 1:58:00 PM
So evocative and powerful, especially love "for the solitude to hide/Inter the cold, and let the cooling revive," the last stanza really gripped me, making this a fave!
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