(Originally posted here February 2014)
water and blood turn to glass in your hand
yet your brittle heart tends to endure
in its loneliness trapped as it is in a matrix
of bitter ice formed before time from congenital
tears shed while still in a cold callous womb
that resented you even before you were named
what you need most of all is to sit by the fire
thaw your mind in the presence of someone
with free flowing veins and a genuine passion
that sooner or later will teach you that you
too deserve to be loved but some caution
once loved you’ll no longer be shatterproof
Beautiful piece!
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thanks kindly
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Wow! This is a really powerful piece.
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much appreciated, carmen
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I love this!
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I’m so glad that you do
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Yes, I suppose that’s true–and not really worth the risk at this late date. Beautiful poem, though, and image.
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every day is a risk
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We can still control some risks: walking the streets at night, falling in love.
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FIRE PROXIMITY FREEDOM TO DARE TO BE FRAGILE
LOVE IS POWER
THANKS AB IMO PECTORE
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much appreciated
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dito
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Great work enjoyed the read, the last line sums it all up I love it
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deeply appreciate that
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How true! And how well conveyed!
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thanks kindly, Ellen
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Beautiful!
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thanks kindly
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That’s wonderful writing and well related imagery.
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so glad that you liked it
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And if such advice is taken then a mortal ‘lives’ Splendid stuff.
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cheers
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I love the name of your blog. That is exactly how I feel after a couple of big whiskies.
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ha ha – exactly my condition when I created it
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“once loved you’ll no longer be shatterproof” – I like this x
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thanks kindly, Emily
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So many comments – so far to scroll down – by the time I find the ‘Leave a Reply’ box I am out of breath – Loved the lines and what lay therein – Marvellous picture / words combo – and how! G:)
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ha ha – I’m glad you did – thanks so much, graeme
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Within the glacier we could live forever . . .
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well, I do resemble a wooly mammoth
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Such a beautiful and real poem!
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thanks so much, Carol
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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Wow! Nicely done!
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thank you most sincerely
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“Cold, callous womb..” – that sent a chill down my spine!
Moving work!
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much appreciated
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This is gorgeous and powerful, Paul. The comparison between the two scenarios wrought in amazing imagery. The second is my favourite. The idea of someone melting beside the fire of love – knowing love for the first time – becoming vulnerable, is a shattering vision in itself. But how might that life change for the better knowing and receiving love, capable of giving it! I see a puddle by the fire, that hurt to melt so, but can then become part of the flood. Love is a flood, yes?, that can drown and save us simultaneously. I love this. Love your mind! One of your best, I’d say. 🙂
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you brighten what has been a very gloomy day – thank you, my friend
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Aw, I hope it turned out better as it went on.
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let’s just say that’s a calendar page I won’t be saving
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