Icebound

by FTS Miles   Jan 5, 2005


This omnipotent whiteness howls enraged
At our violation of its static landscape.

It does not perceive your shivers
As I embrace away the sting of icy wind.
It does not honor our eternal dreams as you
Twine yourself about me to never release.

Through furs and flesh this primordial assassin
Maws indomitably spiteful until even shivers
And farewell whispers are naught but frozen epithets
To the haunting glories of heart-fire and possibility.

Yet as shackles of frost grapple us downward into night,
There rise up endless starry paths to greet us,
your fading warmth against my dwindling body,
your blossoming brilliance saturating my unchained soul.

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  • 9 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    High praise! Thank you.

  • 9 years ago

    by Damned from the Holy

    Wow this poem gave me the shivers now my hands are cold and its like a 100 degrees.
    When i can feel your poem, it means your doin a good job. Keep up the good work.

  • 11 years ago

    by Jacob Perry

    Another simply amazing poem, the use of the cold/the landsacpe as a creature/entity is most excellent and adds a great deal to this peice. although there is no rhyme to this poem the flow created by the words you used made it flow just as easily as if there was a strict one and makes this poem all the better. 5/5
    ~jacob

  • 11 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    You created such a desperate craving! And your words call out to be caressed with admiration.

  • 12 years ago

    by miss scooby

    OH MY,
    what a beautifully written poem. Dont get upset lol but, reading this made me think of edgar allan poe...because your use of visual aspects within a dark prespective contrast between you and mr.poe....dude, if you can make me {the mind who wonders off into la la land} think of poe when reading your work {mabey its just me}...WOW...BRILLANT...LOVED IT your going on my favorites mister.
    Take care always Mr.Miles
    scooby