Preserved in ice -
The lucky
winds of good,
and the malignant
tides of bad,
have not touched it.
The marching
years,
and the graying
changes,
have not seized the place.
He once doted upon it
for a haven.
A rose, locked away in a time capsule -
he now smells once more.
Returning to it,
the ice shields him
from the onslaught,
of
winds,
tides,
changes,
and years.
Imbibing memories,
he immerses himself
in that,
which is now,
antiquated.
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Written March 29th, 2006
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Superb!
A fantastic poem, truly conveying the memories that come flooding back on your "homecoming", yet at the same time coming home to a sanctuary. I love the pace of the poem and the way you've constructed it, a great write
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Thanks so much! It was actually kinda, about my return to the ice and all the memories it held for me. It was kinda just, natural to tie ice into the theme. I owe this poem to Mrs. Fehr and her boringness, or else I might never have written it in Anatomy!
These "memoir" type poems are my most natrual kind of write, for some strange reason. Anyways, thank you so much!
Edited on Mar 29, 4:00 p.m. because '
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Pointz 4 j00!~!
This is pretty much one of the best you've written thus far. The first line instantly made me think of a caveman or a mammoth! lol Really though, I loved this. It had such an ethereal, melancholy quality to it that made it beautiful. Wheezle!
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