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Ancient Snow Turned To

Ice, Glaciers Carving Fiords

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HAIKU: HOME TO THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Ancient Snow Turned To

Ice, Glaciers Carving Fiords

Ice

the ice jam of words

long lodged in the back of my throat

has begun to melt

syllable by delicious syllable

that tickle going down

roil in my gut

Recklessly She Declared Truth

Thank you Davy D at the Go Dog Go Cafe for this morning’s inspiration

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recklessly she looked deeply inside

saw fire and ice in her heart

smelled iron and cooper in her blood

felt moon and ocean tides tug her soul

knew the hum of words

crawling under skin

Her Name Was December

Inspired by the name of a Matthew Mayfield song

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Her name was December

she blew in with the last autumn leaves

swirling red, yellow and orange

‘round her head

She could be warm

like golden lights in a window

Bridging the gap

So winter comes to bridge the gap
as summer fades away
A chill with morning, ice on cars
and frost ‘most every day

Luster

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Winter’s Icy Clasp

Winter II

It was cold, there was ice
there was white all around
and the puddles had frozen
right there on the ground

Black Ice

Ice, the color of ebony night

She spins her crystals into light

The evening of the year

 

Beauty wears a frown
as Autumn colours fade and die
The Summer’s warmth now distant
as the year it hurries by

December looms. Finality
Twenty-fifteen almost done
Now in the throws of Winter
the Spring has far to come

The New Ice Age

As Earth spins into seasons
We spun snow upon our feet
Immobile, white with frozen eyes
We breathe through cones
A smile, melting into our teeth

Comprehension

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Comprehension doesn’t always come easily
At times stubbornness keeps us from seeing
Maybe I was that way for too long a time
Maybe it was just part of my selfish being.

Welcome to Ice Hotel: Challenge

Poetry challenge: Ice hotel poem.

thanks to Harry for warming my frozen thoughts

here we are dear
back to the gone ice age
hold your thoughts
for they may shiver

A Quiet Note

a flight from red fires to white ice
touches the story of two silences
one, pulverized in a volcanic storm
other, reclining on a pond of calm

Fragile Beauty

I have seen the strength you have
To stand even if your weakness shows
Trying to stay up no matter what comes
Bearing up to what God only knows.

Through The Storm

I don’t know if this is the right way
I’m too busy walking in a straight line
I’m not sure if this is my way
I’m too dizzy living in another time

Arctic Love

I loved you for your
cold exterior, the opaque
fog that shielded your
rough innards from
the world. I wanted to
cut you open, and show
you what this world
could be: a warm haven,
eden open once more.

Holocaust

I’m perishable
beneath scissor teardrops,
with taffy-stretched skin cells.