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A long winter
by Vikki OwensThe shadows are long,
and I am wondering
where mine has gone.
It feels like my heart is frozen.
It feels like my heart
is making silent tracks in the snow.
I feel like the man searching for warmth in
'To build a fire'.
I feel like my next breath might freeze on my lips..
my next word might freeze in my throat.
Icicles hang off my eaves
and they feel like daggers to me.
I am wondering why the sun is so bright
but my world is so cold.
Frost collects
and spreads.
02/01/2009 Author's Note: To build a fire, by jack london.
Posted on 02/01/2009
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/02/09 at 01:31 AM Works for me. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/04/09 at 07:54 PM i love this, how it talks, how it feels...every stanza blossoms through the snow...loved "my next breath might freeze on my lips../ my next word might freeze in my throat."...I look forward to reading more of your work, kudos, peace, jewels |
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