"Freezing to Death"

"Freezing to Death"

A Poem by Steven


There will come no paladin galloping
here. It is far too cold for fantasy.
The evergreens have given up,
choosing snow over finches,
slowing the sap in their veins
to a glub of amber messages. Spit
has frozen, shocked, on my lips, and
even its bacteria heart has stymied.

I would call you but it is not 2007.
It is not time to speak at your funeral,
or march with hungry squirrels
confused in McDonald's parking lots.
I litter my life with silly stars who hold
no love of me in their chests,
who heave insults at other stars
more important than them.

These empty rooms are all so cold.
I cannot feel my blood. I cannot
wash my face or take a bath.
You understand these trials, felt
them in their icy insistence like
five angry sheep repining at once.
Your every satchel was dropped into
that gray well outside, wishing.

Can these specs of heat, these sparks
of light, really snuff themselves out?
Why does warmth take such energy
but to freeze takes none? Literally
requires it. Abandonment initiates
cooling. I guess you always knew that.
I admire your purity. I desire
what you tried to have. I know.






© 2015 Steven



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Oooh, but I see fantasy in the winter beneath pine trees. I'll take you to "MatchLand" someday. lol. It's a very magical place.

"... Spit
has frozen, shocked, on my lips, and
even its bacteria heart has stymied."
love love love that.

Other than that, really the whole poem was wonderful. It took me to places and feeling that somehow came upon me, but where I don't think that I have ever been. Fabulous writing

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Ees
Oooh, but I see fantasy in the winter beneath pine trees. I'll take you to "MatchLand" someday. lol. It's a very magical place.

"... Spit
has frozen, shocked, on my lips, and
even its bacteria heart has stymied."
love love love that.

Other than that, really the whole poem was wonderful. It took me to places and feeling that somehow came upon me, but where I don't think that I have ever been. Fabulous writing

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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