of fire and ice.

of fire and ice.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia

the words dripped from their fingertips
and froze before they hit the ground,
shattering into bitter shards that pierced my skin.

the blood seeped from my veins and into the snow,
crimson flakes painted a pattern like fire onto the ground.
and I walked away, hearing ghosts call my name from a distance.

and so the seasons changed
as did everyone else,
cold, colder, coldest.

© 2021 Kimberly Anastasia


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Rather than see the obvious, I'm going to try a different interpretation. :)
To me, it's conceivable this could relate to cyber bullying. (words dripped from their fingertips) The snow could relate to paper and a fiery reply. (I walked away, hearing ghosts call my name from a distance.)

Just a different view. Welcome to the site Kimberly. I'm giving you 100. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

Although I didn't write this with the intention of portraying that, it does fit! Thank you for your .. read more



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and so the seasons changed
as did everyone else,
cold, colder, coldest.

LOVED THIS part, very good write, I like your style. You have talent...

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love the imagery in this! Reading each line immediately conjures up visuals, and further establishes a despondent tone. The cold and the loneliness of it, along with the "ghosts" calling your name create a eerie atmosphere. "Of Fire and Ice" really shows that you have no problem bringing you words to life. Great read!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it, one of my favorite.. read more
Fanicia E.

6 Years Ago

You're welcome!
Rather than see the obvious, I'm going to try a different interpretation. :)
To me, it's conceivable this could relate to cyber bullying. (words dripped from their fingertips) The snow could relate to paper and a fiery reply. (I walked away, hearing ghosts call my name from a distance.)

Just a different view. Welcome to the site Kimberly. I'm giving you 100. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

Although I didn't write this with the intention of portraying that, it does fit! Thank you for your .. read more
“Words dripped from their fingertips”. Love that description.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

I'm happy you think so. :)
An excellent piece here Kimberly.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

Thank you!
wow i love this one, keep up the good work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it. :)
A great descriptive piece here, really great imagery and intriguing voice my one critique would be to centralise the poem in the formatting as to give it more visual beauty and to make there single line breaks within the stanzas to make certain lines more powerful I could show you with your permission?

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

Thank you and yes, I'd appreciate a formatting example!
{A}shley {B}lack @-;-

6 Years Ago

I will send via message
Piercingly bitter, lost and alone

Great Read

Matthew

Posted 6 Years Ago


Kimberly Anastasia

6 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for your comment. :)
Matthew Kult

6 Years Ago

You are welcome

Matthew

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Added on November 5, 2017
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