Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Poem from 3/1/06

I thought about including this one in a book at some point, but I don’t think it made the cut. I must have written it before going into work, and I’m guessing it was still wintry out. I’m hoping to publish another volume of poetry soon (in ebook form), so stay tuned!

The frozen ground

Amplifies the sound

Morse code of a

Soul’s breaking point.

A forecast of snow

Will bring a new low

Powdery problems and

Blood on the nose.

Slipping on the black ice

And hollow advice,

Making circle after

Circle until it’s clear.

The Sun can only relieve

When one truly does believe,

That there can be

Ultimate control of

This life sentence

Of winter…

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