Short Frozen Over Poems
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the north pier lighthouse frozen over
snow and ice is all you see
frigid, long icicles hang
For Rick Parise's contest, "- I'll Have One Kimo Please"
BREATHING
The river’s still open but the lake’s frozen over :
It’s time to go south when it’s late in October.
Winter is coming, with wild geese on the wing ;
But, breathing under the ice, is spring.
Sliding beneath the ice, frozen over the miniscule lake of grey
Orange shapes move like treacle, mingling, bumping, breathing ice.
They do not eat in Winter, they eat the most in May
Their memory spans are fleeting, vanishing in a thrice.
Another car passes
Water in the distance
Some frozen over for winter
Others still open icy water
A bridge
The water's edge
So close yet so far
Adrenaline races and my mind picks up the pace
Stop
Stop
Stop
My inner mind echos
I can't stop
I'm like dynamite lit from both ends
Help me
Stop me
It doesn't work
I dive off the deep end
In an instant
I'm gone.
A Quatret To My Wife
When hell has frozen over,
And Hades’s dogs sleep quiet,
Love’s plant the blessed clover,
Will bloom a mossy riot
Love’s urgent thrust’s a miser,
Brings lovers’ secret moan,
But woman’s touch, a riser,
Tis butter on a scone
And with this love I worship,
The path on which we walk,
Our voyage is such a fair ship,
Does vex all others’ talk
Written for contest 16/7/15
Sequence of winter icicles
frozen over like popsicles
we are puffed like dropsical
weathering snow we walk into
a fortress named, "Fairies Igloo"
to look for the girl in blue
she, Deity of the forest glen
has silky hair of red cayenne
and chirrs like a lovely wren
its the season of snow and love
as peaceful as a mourning dove
she was sent, from up above .
Jan 22, 2020
Buried deep within the earth
The darkness eats at me
The earth envelopes me
I am consumed from where I did start
Kidnapped from the holds of life
Taken away from daily strife
I suffer alone from deep beyond
Feeding on the tears of my own fright
Walking upon deadly dreams
Only ghosts hear me scream
For haunted nights, is my daily rite
Love escapes this lonely soul
I scream, but no one hears
Peaceful waters, frozen over
Hide my desires, screaming
For the warmth, of your heart
The gentle grit,
Precarious grind,
Rattling my teeth,
Easing my mind.
It's barely relief,
But it'll have to do,
Only luck or fate,
To see us through.
Must be cold down there,
... Frozen over,
Way too wet up here,
For that type of clover.
My option's long gone,
A vivid memory,
Patiently I now wait,
For it to return to me.
The irony is not lost,
Nor is my pride,
With a fistful of gold,
From his bludgeoned hide.
(C) 2016 PJ Bayliss