I'll melt myself right into your will,
and flee from his icy hold.
To be free of his unyeilding power,
To be unlocked from this cold,
it breaks me up...
Author notes
Just in case, I thought that I would mention that this is the ice talking to Spring. The "he" is old man winter. I know most of you would get that if you saw the pic it was inspired by, but maybe some one reading this didnt see it yet (its on the contest page) tooles everyone!
A contest entry
- Quick on the draw by masterblaster.
300 points, ended July 9, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Nice
Very deep and good
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Wow, you took it kind of deep. lol good luck in the contest. lol
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Hi, this poem can be read in two ways, nice metaphore useage, a pleasure to read
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What wonderful imagery and great use of the prompt! Good luck
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Nicely written for the prompt given, a bit of darkness here that I enjoyed, best of luck in the contest...Scott
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Prompt is the pic
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