by stan n nassano
Monday, January 21, 2008
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Walking along the frozen lake shore
I am captured by the sights and sounds of
This new sheet like layer, gleaming in the sun
creaking, groaning and the occasionally banging
pinging underwater sonic noises ,growing in volume and
momentum to a crescendo of thrashing cries of
barking seals or worse yet a herd of
trapped panicked snorting horses, under this dome of ice
Tortured souls, banging against reality
A frozen hell in inky depths
encased in the sudden overnight
Artic freeze, inmates trapped below
clawing against this film of
virgin crystal ice, forming a death song of
beautiful and soulful , yet ,desperate
pleading, begging , and so I pledge to
return in morning with flute
to play along ,with these spirits of the past
Snassano01-21-08 or 09 ya never know
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|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
|Wow, Stan. This sounds terrifying. Your imagery was so realistic that I felt I could see and hear the trapped entities crying out for help. Good effort.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|hauntingly beautiful poem Stan! I'l return to hear the flute!;-)
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|That's an excellent write my friend...no kidding, love holly|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|An outstanding write...your imagery is excellent! You've left me with an a bit of a chill creeping up my spine and thoughts of your poem lingering in my thoughts...a great write!
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Oh my,well done sweetie..enjoyed stay safe and well....Hugssssssss|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|my goodness I could hear the howling of the ice,, and that is exactly how it is the way you described,, and trapped underneath,
this is scarey,, giving me chills,,,,, wow
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Awesome acoustics with the visual poem Stan. Where do you live? It sounds like a place of nature and all her finery.
Very nice poem with descriptions of granduer.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Spectacular imagery, Stan; you took us with you! Very well penned; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Try to stay warm! :)
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|tis the last canto of Dante's Inferno; hell hath frozen and only the pure can break free. ..
this gnashing of teeth and completely turgid isolationism; and then enters the Pan with his fawning self, to add a mesmerizing melancholy to the already despairing melody of under.worlds, under the spell of t.his frozen fire. ..this ice breaking to reach.. .straining to be. ..
ooOoo o how long i could recline in this. ..
i must be a wretched soul for i am completely drawn to this [ice].
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|What a powerfully hot write which leaves me chilled to the bone. Great work!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Breathtaking wonderness...my words, inadequate...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|You sure do have a vivid imagination, Stan. You let it run wild with this. I feel cheated that all I ever get to walk along is an ice-crusted puddle or two.
This is so well-written, I can almost believe in the tortured inmates and panicked horses.
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Oh my... I am speechless! (Someone should really mark that down somewhere..) The imagery is simply fantastic.. and the textures within the words are stunning... well done, Stan! Myrna|