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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Sub-Zero

photo credit Roger Allen Baut
come 
dagger finger 
beckoning
piercing blue silver stare
bear trap smile
raw, scraping
granite kiss
my blood doesn't run
tears well, but do not fall
she cares not a whit

i inhale, suffocating
shoulders stiff, brittle back
quite a lovely picture
of serenity is she
breathtaking
how i long for her out loud
when she is away 
 how my memory does fail me

how often have i begged 
for release from her
thousand needle caress
song of death on her breath
tongues of honey promises
turned to sand
i sense the days growing longer
her time getting shorter

tho’ she is still robust
her defeat marches steadily on
without mercy
without escape
with my blessing

~ Rene

15 comments:

  1. This is a wonderful poem (I don't read it as a rant, lol), Rene! As I was reading, I was pretty sure where you were going! I love your sense of humor, as well as your creative writing! Spring *will* come!

    xo~

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  2. wow. creatively done...and it is bitter cold here as well. the only consolation...i saw the most amazing icicle yesterday...about 40 feet long...crazy!

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  3. Thank goodness you get me!
    This is just me letting the bitter cold bitch known as winter know how I feel about her in a very dramatic/poetic way..any resemblance to anyone living or dead :)

    Peace ~ Rene

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  4. whoa!
    seriously!
    i bow to thee!

    this is such descriptive writing, Rene!

    you make me wanna dump the novel & write poetry!
    so picturesque, so feeling!
    such precision and word placement!

    i hope you're thrilled with this...
    you. have. arrived.
    Chuck

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  5. Send it my way. I like the cold! :)

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  6. She is a cold, yet starkly beautiful, one, n'est-ce pas?
    Thanks, Lady Rene...

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  7. Rene, lovely poem. It made me feel chilly... Brrrr. You have to move to Canada. We have flowers blooming here in Vancouver. :-) Beautiful peach colored rose buds. The sad thing is, the 2010 Winter Olympics will be here in three weeks, and I am afraid people will be water skiing instead of alpine skiing. *sigh*

    Cheers,
    Jo

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  8. Great poem, and warm hugs to you!

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  9. You've done this to me before. You write a personification of some thing and I'm thinking it's a person as I read it. This time it was a dying grandmother. Then I read the actual and do a "Huh? Oh, yeah. Cool."

    Well written Rene. I just realized today that I lost your link on my blog feed. Glad I saw you elsewhere!

    Cheers,

    SLC

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  10. Thanks everyone for your comments... a little bit different kind of poetry for me :)

    Spencer...you kill me!
    Hey Grandma!
    Those are awfully sharp fingers for you...TA HAVE :)

    Peace ~ Rene

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  11. very beautiful-- a mistress of invention here, I see! xxxj

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  12. Here's your hat, dear, what's your hurry?

    push push

    ...and now I'd like to sing my folk song, called "The Happy Snowman"...

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  13. Good flow, good word pairings - effective.

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