Date: 31.01.2008
Time: 10:40 p.m.
My frozen fingers tucked away
From the vestiges of a shy sun’s rays
Shun the warmth of living blood
And loathe the heat of a woollen flood.
My frozen fingers inspired by
The frigid force of coldness numb
Break free from the sense of touch
Found despicable to a degree much.
My frozen fingers kept beyond
The reach of tactless human touch
Speak in ice-cold frosty tones
Unthawed by feeling, lost even in bones.
My frozen fingers forever cold
Stiff, and curled, and kept in folds
Protect a fractured, meandering soul
That reaches out vainly to feel whole.
End: 10:55 p.m.
6 comments:
i liked the line "unthawed by feeling"
nice one! :)
if you got cold fingers, wear gloves, or warm yer fingers :)
N
Beautiful, says another one with fingers forever cold...
[Enter the fourth Conscience-stricken Social Worker]
Okay, my fingers just got a whole lot colder. Had you ever explored the possibility of extending those fingers into the sunlight as they reach out to feel the whole?
Winter seems to have inspired you to compose beautifully, while it induces me to doze indefinitely...
Oh, and abt the EGO. While quoting Rand, it's difficult to unquote decisively. Feel like including the whole chapter if i could. But the Ego is inherent, and other individuals may think of transcending the moot of persona.
I liked it,yes.
hey..i helped warming ur poor lil fingers!
as for the poem...nice!
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