Breaking the ice
By samhennig
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Frost covered brick, like glacé cherries,
take a bite, lose your teeth.
Cities grow faster than trees,
amid once green fields.
Lungs become like fragile glass,
splintering with breath.
Clouds released from lips,
smoking crowded air.
Men posture at the platform,
shapes of desperation,
longing to crumple into dirtied,
patterned seats.
Thick soled shoes slip
where ice fills holes in concrete.
Blood swirls; raspberries and cream.
Sweet heat, melting hard hearts.
Lifeless saplings overhead, reach out,
claws through fading vision.
Grey to black, stars speckling
the cover.
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Comments
Loved that third stanza,
Loved that third stanza, samhenning. Live it every day. Enjoyed this morning's read. Cheers.
Rich
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Cherries must be on ration if
Cherries must be on ration if this wasn't given any.
Every picture perfectly painted like a modern day Pathe newsreel.
And not first person to boot.
I have no cherries but I award you a sherbert flying saucer.
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