Waves of icy fingers spread
Grasping for a hold
Slipping across the surface
Gone but returning twice cold
Waves flow undetected
Toward opalescent spheres
Through lightning flashes meander
And hysterical maniacal tears
Grasping with deflective talons
Not making the slightest defense
Staring into the nothingness
Losing all time and all sense
Waves of icy fingers spread
Spreading over the rippled mass
Holding onto the silent monsters
Shattering the quivering like warped glass
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This is a really nice post 🙂
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Thank you! I’m not a poet, but I just write what I see sometimes. 🙂
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It was damn good 🙂
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I keep going to highlight lines but I cant decide which I love most. I think it is this part: Not making the slightest defense
Staring into the nothingness
Losing all time and all sense
Waves of icy fingers spread
So lovely, and perfectly captured.
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Thank you very much. I am not a poet at all. But I am pleased that you enjoyed it.
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This phrase caught my attention and would not let go: “Staring into the nothingness.” Somehow the words dictates an interesting image that can only come from a lifetime of pain. Really, this is a great phrase that I love and can relate to! Perfect!
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Thank you. This was a stream of thought piece about something and some have given it meaning as they like, but you are the first one to grab hold of what it really is.
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I like that !
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Love the diction and the imagery Ron..one of your most powerful poems..
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One of your best.
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Why do the uninvited sensations continue to invite themselves into our lives? Bullies!
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