numbness, can it be cured


A glacier ablaze

I watched it all vamoosing
the heart of a grand glacier.
Those enticing facets,
Too hypnagogic to fit in there
Couldn't just rhyme well with the emptiness
So the core of the glacier went bitter;
Bitter heart and a cracked head
Ensnaring the fervor of facts so limp
Which burnt the want of life
It was all enchanting yet marked with daze
Well, it all constructed a well-destructed
"Yesterday"
The songs of the past have
Long lost their charm
But the infectious soul still fights
The illness which lasts longer than death
The cracks left by the kisses of angels
Do lessen the iciness of this blizzard
But
Life still begs for a warm cure
that leaves the glacier
As full of life as life itself




Poetry by sadaf
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Written on 2016-07-06 at 18:59

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Wow loved that glacier metaphor great pome
2016-07-09


Kathy Lockhart
When I'm reading your work, I'm getting a rhythm of the beatnik era. I feel it. Those rooms I've seen depicted on the TV from the '50s, all smoky with raspy voices and pianos playing jazz and a sax somewhere. Well, it's groovy, man. I dig it. Sort of Sammy Davis, Jr. like. I'm a 70's chick. hippy gal now in my 60's but it's really far-out writing. :) kathy
2016-07-09