Friday, February 19, 2010

Frozen

wounds cut deep
as the whitened snow bleeds
blood red,
the purple abrasion
seeps,
the eyes no longer seeing
heart no longer beats,
hands frozen
despairingly motionless
as a puckered mouth opens,
silent
timeless
stillness of winter night streets,
the freeze becomes her.

37 comments:

  1. yikes. and one wonders what it would take to thaw her...or is she too far gone?

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  2. Oh My... scared stiff I am... a ghost in snow...
    ;)
    Great

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  3. sounds like a scene right out of CSI...only your vivid words can describe a new found body in cold of winter. Have a great weekend......:-) Hugs

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  4. I'm coming over to warm you up!!!

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  5. I love the images you created in my head. I see here as very cold, but not necessarily dead. Something to haunt me in my dreams tonight.

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  6. kay.....
    sweet of you to hook up that link!!
    I always apperciate a positive comment or nod.
    as well as well placed words(as is your case or canvas)
    your still putting out great verbal images
    jb

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  7. WOW - dark, dark, totally dark 55.....laid out in frozen white. Dark, but beautiful too.

    PG

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  8. I love that! (And I totally didn't realize I halfway stole the title earlier! I'm sorry! Let's chalk it up to great minds and call it a day.)

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  9. How gracefully you dance around darkness and despair...

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  10. Such a beautiful poem.
    Loved the comparison between freezing and death, such an amazing way to capture that moment indeed.

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  11. For me, this was a poem about death, and it really was kind of how I hope it will be, where in the final breath, no matter violence or bloodshed, there is a beautiful moment of peace, a stillness. Well...you know I'm rather morbid anyway. I loved it Kay.

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  12. Dark and brilliant. I agree with Prayer Girl.

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  13. i see your words. i wonder where you are in this?

    i am young, too young, identifying my father's body in a mortuary.

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  14. Not before I have to go to bed Kay... pleeaassee!!

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  15. First of all Bravo! Felicitations for your books. Its sure been a long time that i've been away, and so much has happened!
    But have nt been that far where i could nt find you!
    Col

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  16. Scary Beauty. Hugs from this side of the pond and not so far away currently

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  17. And I thought I always loved snow, somehow I can't for now !

    Sourav .. in love with me and life!! :)

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  18. Well done, Kay!
    You have such a way with words!

    Margie :)

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  19. Very dark and very chilling... and very beautiful. I think we've all experienced that distance and chill at some point or the other.

    Nevine

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  20. Dark and beautiful... I loved that. I see a lot of symbols here. Cold. Thank you for sharing. /Jo.

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  21. Exposing ones soul from gaping wounds for all to understand

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  22. That last line has so much power.

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  23. Don't be speechless, talk to me. ;)

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  24. 'red, purple and white' ... the contents of my wardrobe, that I wear during the,

    'stillness of winter night streets'. And my 'hands frozen' dug in pockets deep.

    :)xx

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  25. Wow. You've collected quite a large amount of blog awards ! Very artistic.

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  26. Sometimes, life! Ah! I could flow with the feel, friend! All Ok?!

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  27. The journey,the pain and the life.You said it all.

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