Death Grip

Death Grip

A Poem by James Paulin
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Winter to Spring

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Death Grip

 

Icy fingers clench tight to land and lake grasping

air itself with white winds screaming horizontal,

blowing an Arctic jet stream of biting bitterness.

 

Farewell kisses of Indian summer and first frosts

faded or forgotten as January’s rhythmical bell

pounds a repeating knell of winter’s long march.

 

Cold blasts emanating from north and west flash freeze

February. A clenched toothed grin of the old man’s

stiff smirking brittle blue lips boasts dominance.

 

Constant tension rarely varies except scant respites,

odd timed thaws enticing embattled survivors with

sun to savor as another approaching chiller constricts.

 

Almost imperceptible, continuous change combines

longer days with hopes of softening spring zephyrs,

loosening a stone locked grip into a gentle parting wave.

 

March vacillates, April reincarnates dead, dried

plants in an annual miracle of natures command

to renew and replenish with warmer, tender embraces

 

 

© 2009 James Paulin


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Icy fingers clench tight to land and lake grasping
air itself with white winds screaming horizontal,
blowing an Arctic jet stream of biting bitterness.

Farewell kisses of Indian summer and first frosts
faded or forgotten as January's rhythmical bell


A most beautiful piece on fire and ice~ roling from winter to spring ~ vivid descriptives with great use of personification thru~ out this poem and in metphor~ as well~ Icy fingers clench tigh... That "Death Grip" an aptly title and Farewell kisses of ...then we're met at the end~"with warmer, tender embraces"from spring

Great Piece and Thanks for shaing in the Fire/Ice Contest



Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I enjoyed reading this.. The fire and ice, the seasons take hold of us and keep us captive. You are an amazing writer and I bow..x

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like the usage of strong words here, and how it completely helps you relate to the cold. Good job! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Icy fingers clench tight to land and lake grasping
air itself with white winds screaming horizontal,
blowing an Arctic jet stream of biting bitterness.

Farewell kisses of Indian summer and first frosts
faded or forgotten as January's rhythmical bell


A most beautiful piece on fire and ice~ roling from winter to spring ~ vivid descriptives with great use of personification thru~ out this poem and in metphor~ as well~ Icy fingers clench tigh... That "Death Grip" an aptly title and Farewell kisses of ...then we're met at the end~"with warmer, tender embraces"from spring

Great Piece and Thanks for shaing in the Fire/Ice Contest



Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is an awesome piece. I actually could feel the bitter cold. I found this piece to be creative, original, and extremely well done! Great job on this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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James Paulin
James Paulin

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After 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..

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