My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

She

She whispers to me

the sound of the spring snowmelt

She holds me

in a snow-chain grip

She loves me

I’m pierced by an icicle

I slide unhindered

on black ice beneath me

Posted in Love, Micropoetry, Non fiction, Poetry, Writing and tagged being, emotions, head, heart, Love, poem, Poet, poetry, Relationships, soul, winter, Writing

3 thoughts on “She”

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- Christopher Farley on March 18, 2013 at 4:45 pm said:
  
  Thanks for that Edward
  
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