Blizzards

by Aegis   Nov 27, 2016


Does the chilly November air snuff out my breath?
Or am I a fool for thinking that I could breathe you in without coughing up jagged icicles?

Motes of dust and darkness swirl in my lungs,
rattling my ribcage like rain crashing on
a broken piano.

December looms nearby-
and I fear that its frigid air will turn the blood in my enervated veins to liquid nitrogen.

Maybe then I'll be able to recognize warmth..

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This is amazing.
    I guess to appreciate the 'warmth' in life we are thrown in at the cold end so to speak..

    Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Wonderful work. You took me on a journey through your eyes; helping me understand your deepest sorrow.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 7 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Cody,

    like Ben II (Naughtmouse) this is the first poem I read from you....Well this is worth reading. ... I like the words you used ...It brought some chills. .

    well done

    Gel

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    This is the first I have read from you. I really like your style and your imagery is vivid and I think many people can relate to this write. look forward to reading more.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The language and imagery throughout this piece are superb; it's really well written and raises the question: do we have to suffer terribly first before we can appreciate the 'warmer' aspects of life?

    I shall nominate this tomorrow when I have my votes back.

    All the very best,

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by Aegis

      Ben, your words mean the world to me. Thank you so much. I haven't posted anything in a long time and felt I was long overdue. I've never been nominated before either so thanks for that as well:)

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