The Warmth Of a Cold Place

You feel it in your socked toes
On wet dolphin tiles.
You feel it in the kilted blankets
On creaky wooden beds.
You feel it in the waiters smile
On the breakfast platter.
You feel it in the blue raincoats
On the trudge uphill.
You feel it in the thick fog
On the angel epitaph.
You feel it in the faraway laughter
On a starlit night.

You feel the warmth of a cold place
In your tiniest bones,
In your strongest muscles,
And on every inch
Of your goosebumped skin.

Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2008-09-12 at 17:25

Tags Warmth  Hills  Cold 

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:) Well, I'm not going to hand out pins to any of you to point at any part of this poem...he he
It's just the way this place made me feel and I'm glad I've been able to capture it here and share it. :) thanks for all the responses. Will be posting more shortly.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with the previous comment, can't put my finger on what it is I like about this poem but I like it - I think it just has appeal in all its manisfestations - I love it

Elle x

I can't pinpoint what it is I like but none the less I really like it.