Quiet Please

quiet please water spirit of freedom trapped by its self in hard, grinding ice and lace of snow stillness.

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Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 8/31/2017 9:44:00 AM

the glaciers of my discontent are melting, freed by time, experience and (dare I say it!)... wisdom. Amazing metaphorica ~ j

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/31/2017 9:48:00 AM

But what does all of that melting reveal?

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 8/15/2017 12:23:00 PM

Wonderful!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/15/2017 12:41:00 PM

Funny how that works in life we are our own worst enemy. Just as the water traps itself so do we create our own traps. Thanks Maureen.

Susan Ashley

Date: 8/14/2017 9:19:00 PM

Ohh a quite awesome cinquain Patricia! I love the beautiful and hard irony of it. Fantastic!

Susan Ashley
Date: 8/14/2017 9:33:00 PM

Lol! Yes I guess that's true Patricia and very humorously put..! :)

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 8/14/2017 9:25:00 PM

Thank you Susan. Your probably asking your self what the heck's she doing writing about winter. Oh well the grass is always greener, the snow always cleaner in the memory of a poet.