Your eyes are twin harbors where the oldest light resides,
Where tidal kindness softens all my sharp and rocky sides.
Your presence melts the permafrost that long encased my soul,
And in that thaw, a universe begins to shape its roll.
Our bodies weave a tapestry of breath and whispered sound,
Where every guarded inch of me is sacred, hallowed ground.
You are the undiscovered coast my compass yearned to find,
The quiet, steady gravity that re-aligns my mind.
My thoughts of you are phantom limbs that ache with phantom grace,
A constant, humming resonance no memory can erase.
You are the first, the final word, the sentence and the plea,
The only language that my heart was ever meant to be.
Then as our lips converge, a charge ignites my mortal frame,
And in that flash, I am unmade and whisper your new name.
The somber sky falls flustered,
wrecks the crown of bejeweled night.
The sickle moon slices its glow,
dissolving at the brink of blue.
In the depth of opaque onyx
ground hears the footfall of stillness.
Glacial sense of chilled passion congeals
the exposure of lonesome secrecy.
The broken wings painfully curled,
can’t fly in the lacerating chill of winter,
enfold the frosted psyche,
fervent warmth freezes unfelt.
Frail emotive candle flame flickers,
the wind of cold abandon blows it out.
Morose mist enwraps the winter nights
within desolate distress innately framed.
The sky of longing falls frozen
on the permafrost of arctic silence,
with the icy torrent of the forlorn heart,
buried deep in the gelid blue of seclusion.
emotion
permafrost
freezes
tundra heart
in your flaming fire
my glacier soul
smolders into
desire ember
my blazing yearning
dances with your
flamingo flame
conjoined lust flies
ashes ascend
in sensual sky
from love inferno
You decided that today your weren’t returning
I find it very sad and concerning
This is not the way it should go
Although it’s something that must undergo
This isn’t the solution
To find the resolution
A process being demanded
And leaves hearts and minds further stranded
It’s disheartening to know
That the professionals don’t show
Kindness courtesy or compassion
In any chat or conversation
It anger me to see your struggle
Stress on your face has doubled
It hurts my heart to see your pain
Helpless and hard to contain
Everyday that goes by
Could be another day closer to goodbye
Every moment wasted in there
Is another moment we don’t share
My heart breaks without you here
As every moment is filled with worry and fear
As a may never see you the same again
Everything changes in a day when
Those people don’t listen or care
Or treat you decent or fair
Completely helpless and alone
Life and thoughts are over thrown
A piece of my soul is lost
Locked in an icy chamber of permafrost
oh tell me what's this ruse my little friend?
proud petals spread and reaching for the sun
did you not think that you might be undone
by all the winter white the heavens send?
I wonder can you wriggle rooty toes
dug deep beneath the frozen permafrost?
and what will your proud exhibition cost
when that chill winter mistral lastly blows?
I think perhaps you're quite a bit like me
not satisfied with summer's briefer tides
how quickly all that magic came and died
not ready yet to set those passions free
so know our meeting isn't just by chance
‘twas no mistake you blossom in the cold
you've given me a message - rich as gold
to make the most of ev’ry circumstance
for life's the grandest miracle indeed -
and you are far too charmed to go to seed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the “Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest”, Constance La France, Judge & Sponsor
my tundra heart
permafrost perennial
frail emotion frozen
your flaming fervor
turns glacial desire ember
in inferno of love
Howling Wilderness
windswept
bleak treeless plain
white blanketed mountains
permafrost hardened ground, I am
alone
On the frozen side of the sun lies Svalbard.
A barren, treeless stretch of land
Buried beneath snow and stillness.
Here, the cold doesn’t just bite;
It consumes.
The whirlwind air scrapes skin with surgical precision.
For months each year, the sun abandons the sky.
Svalbard drifts beneath a vaulted night.
Darkness bleeds through permafrost,
Settling in the earth’s frozen marrow.
But beneath this ice-scarred wilderness,
Where avalanche and ash calcify,
A vault lies hidden deep in the mountain’s underbelly.
It cradles the future;
A womb of waiting seeds,
Asleep in rows of glass and steel.
Hope, suspended in time.
In this tomb of preservation,
Life isn’t gone.
Just waiting with a promise of rebirth.
And when the sun returns,
Brushing marigold hues across glistening glaciers
Like a kiss upon Snow-White's lips,
Those seeds will stir with life.
They will remember the sun.
They will rise.
It's there in the darkness
of Indigo rain
Starlings streak the skies
in vapor trails of gold
Winds whistle familiar tunes
as the moon placates the sea's
Time hangs motionless
beneath the permafrost
Revealing what can't be known
The dogs lay silent
in fields of emerald green
and we choose to speak in tongues.
connected by a net of misconception
venomous spider’s webs
spun a murky vapour
synapses raged and festered in a Self
frozen on autopilot with anger and regret
an endless loop of thoughts and feelings
simply refused to thaw and forgive
permafrost allowed no seasons
subglacial lakes slushed an underworld
of resentment in nervous fear and self-pity
irrevocably he had always been a hoarder
collector of trivia banality and serious gloom
icicled intransigence frostbitten mind
so much that hellfire appeared
to be a welcome proposition
he had ingested incorporated inhaled
so very much nonsensical rubbish
there hardly was a tiny space
for respite and inspired respiration
he nearly suffocated on himself
out he breathed out from his lungs
his spirit soul and desperation
and there was just a small fog of warmth
that graced his near expiring Self
a meltdown of considerable strength
mist of recovery and heat of the moment
that he promised himself to live
reside in the here and now
one day at a time
The sky never complains about the storms,
but homes clusters of things we’ve lost~
to form a canopy of comfort,
amidst electric threads, suffocating in silence.
When cold is the air ~ tender and crisp,
cradling the gold within jinxed jasmines,
aching for a rosier rise of the sun,
as clouds sigh reveries, tinged with tears,
wreathed in memories,
of how love was once an orchid in summer,
now this heart trembles, frozen in numbness,
like a vine breathing in winter,
seeking tendrils of truth from soils of promises~
a quiet verse in a permafrost sonnet,
sealed with thistles ~ settling into nothingness,
but will the snow moon,
ever taste the hope within solitude,
that rests upon my tongue?
Or am I to remain a paradox of petals,
floating through flurry lakes of space and time?
I am the tundra barren cold and numb
A frozen wasteland where no light can reach
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
In icy silence where no whimpers humb
My thoughts like glaciers grind, erode, and breach
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
The Amazon within once vital thrumb
Of life and hope now withers out of reach
Between these poles my insatiate self-succumbs.
Anxiety a howling blizzard's sumb
Entombs me deep a creature bleached of speech.
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Depression creeps permafrost of my slumb
While echoes of lost joy my soul beseech
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Yet in this waste, where all seems overcome
A seed of strength cracks ice defies the leech
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
CESSATION
That pain is like treading on bottle tops
Or stumbling into some hidden caltrops
Suddenly, as when some lightbulb pops
The welcome relief when it finally stops
Like making big gains on currency swaps
The blood pressure and heartrate drops
Yet is thought so typical of all milksops
With a false sympathy everyone adopts
Once ended, one hopes it never returns
Not just pain, but embarrassment burns
Yet that is only one of several concerns
How to grin and bear it, one soon learns
To hold your breath as the jury adjourns
It is more a prize of resilience one earns
But recall how much the stomach churns
When it’s never over, if one so discerns
Some sort of final line must be crossed
Ideas of permanent pain must be tossed
No wonder that one may then feel lost
As if buried deep within the permafrost
Like being frozen stiff without a riposte
Or see one’s ongoing destiny embossed
But with a better ending than a holocaust
Just seeking cessation at almost any cost
Hunted, gathered,
Now, humans reign,
Produce emissions -
CO2, methane,
Absorbing heat,
Driving storms,
Breaking all the
Climate norms.
Glaciers retreat,
Ice declines,
Ecosystems
Intertwine.
Coral reefs die as
Tipping points are crossed -
Mass extinctions,
Thawing permafrost.
Collapsing currents,
Can't count on
The rainforests of
The Amazon.
Infectious diseases,
Food and water scarce,
Should have honored
Agreement of Paris.
That's where we're going
But I have no fear.
My kid can worry.
I won't be here.
Credible education
To tell us how.
Behavior, policy -
The time is now.
Emotion
Permafrost
Tundra heart
In your lured fire
My glacier soul
Smolders into
Desire ember
My blazing yearning
Dances with your flame
Conjoined lust ash flies
In sensual sky
From love inferno
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