The ice of contempt
word-borne
(or not)
cuts
like sleet shard/
snuffs thought
in tight cocoon/
enshrouds
the limp remains
of reason/
thriving in cold dark
whimpering wetly
in warm light/
rhinestoned
glittering
hard.
Oddments
In search of story
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February 6, 2020 at 4:51 pm
I detest walking or driving on ice, and I don’t like the gray skies that accompany it. But, if I can safely get outside with a camera, I am always in awe of its beauty on the plants. That being said, ice also brings down the trees which take out the power lines, which leaves us in the dark. Like life – good and bad. 🙂 Stay safe, friend.
February 6, 2020 at 5:46 pm
Thank you! I’ve already cancelled my one appointment for the day — no way does this old lady try to drive on ice!
February 7, 2020 at 12:29 am
That is one of the benefits of being retired, we can choose to not drive on bad weather days.
February 11, 2020 at 5:33 pm
I’m not going to guess what current event inspired this – at the moment there are too many areas where the limp remains of reason seem inadequate for the job. I hope the ice will not keep you in for long. We dodged showers of hail stone today to get our pies. That was something to celebrate.
February 11, 2020 at 8:59 pm
You have it right: there are too many areas where reason is limp to narrow this to one event. I have been unable to shake the mood of unease and fear that is part of this time and place. I am utterly befuddled by it all.
But to know that somewhere people are dodging hail to get pies is comforting. Definitely worth celebrating!