Quiet Please

quiet please

water
spirit of freedom
trapped by its self in 
hard, grinding ice and lace of snow 
stillness.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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August 31, 2017 at 9:44 AM
the glaciers of my discontent are melting, freed by time, experience and (dare I say it!)... wisdom. Amazing metaphorica ~ j
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August 31, 2017 at 9:48 AM
But what does all of that melting reveal?
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August 15, 2017 at 12:23 PM
Wonderful!
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August 15, 2017 at 12:41 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.
Ashley Avatar
August 14, 2017 at 9:19 PM
Ohh a quite awesome cinquain Patricia! I love the beautiful and hard irony of it. Fantastic!
Ashley Avatar
August 14, 2017 at 9:33 PM
Lol! Yes I guess that's true Patricia and very humorously put..! :)
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August 14, 2017 at 9:25 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.
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