curled up, fetal like
trapped in a block of ice
motionless
without a thought
no escape in sight
shivering from the cold
frozen in lost solitude
and then a dream comes along
its fire heats up life
and from inside looking out
cracks begin to form
loves allusion of what is right
floats childlike into a storm
tomorrow may come soon enough
but tonight, tonight is my light
Sara, so very often when one feels trapped inside, “looking out,” one must break through and look from the outside “looking inward.” They say tomorrow never comes and if one embraces today, then I do believe tomorrow will bring much more happiness. Excellent write. Thank you for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
There is a lot of meaning interwoven in your verses of this poem which is deserving of much more than one reading. Thank you, Sara. Love and peace to you.
we create our own reality ... inspiration breaks apart that solid layer of ice that infringes on our creativity ... keep thawing out, it produces some fine poetry from you ...
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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its fire heats up life
Sounds like quite a dream, Sara.