James Peranteau Poet Light Verse

Our Frozen Breath

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                Burst it did
              from our pits
            through our lips
        winters frozen breath 

               We giggled
     of our jocose dreams laid
                   bare
       and our frozen breath
     met when we laughed in
     earnest at the word bare 

    We cackled in that dinghy
           crossing stories
              mine or his
           with or without
              curls below 

    Of course my story made
         his frozen breath
           a crystal dome

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Michaela Dowdy November 20, 2009 at 10:53 AM Nicely written james

Sara Kendrick November 18, 2009 at 5:09 AM Sounds like a very cold day or night or both to tell tales. Keep the pen flowing. Sara

Donna Golden October 9, 2009 at 8:45 PM Delightful images here, James! Hugs, Donna

Doris Culverhouse October 6, 2009 at 7:57 AM sound fun, nicely written

Debbie Guzzi October 1, 2009 at 4:47 PM wow 2 words I didn't know go to the head of the class! "jollity & jocose" hmmm curls below??? nawwwwwwwww I'm being naughty LOL..cold write brrrrrr Light & Love

Charmaine Chircop September 30, 2009 at 10:22 PM of course.... you are your son's crystal dome,i think these are stories between father ans son,im feeling the weather cold there yet warmth flows between dad and chid through their bondage,excellent write very sweet indeed--Charma

Carolyn Devonshire September 30, 2009 at 7:17 PM Sounds like a fun time you may have shared with Noah or another loved one. How wonderfully you describe the way your frozen breath led you to a bit of introspection. Quite a delightful read, James! Love you, Carolyn