Harbored deep within,
behind frozen tundra and needled shards,
where scaped obliques resonate return,
hardening of heart metastasizes,
curdling bones with my frozen call
hurling ink blots titled:
biopsy,
tumor,
recurrence.
Ears freeze in my presence.
Words no longer mean anything
but the next steps in my slow moving tango,
titillating the rise of fear
and the sensibility of defeat.
My pillars rise,
relentlessly stalking
talking the flavor of berried wines
walking within rivers of quotidian performance-
modus operandi-formidable seasons.
They are humbled by my kind,
time and again
as I return to claim them for my own.
Breaching cavities and crevices with
my nimble fingers,
quickening pace,
stepping within the rhythm of
the inevitable,
hope distresses the oppressed.
It's eyes stare, meeting my own.
Tears weep resolution with my
unwholesome yield.
Digits run like roots
grasping weakness
pulling it in;
and I am abhorred for my ruthless taking.
Spell me with a capital "C"!
I am no less than life unwanted.
I am the gray that soots spirit,
devouring its pretty pink petals
with wintry icing to sweeten my parlor.
My embrace is fire mid iced rain,
yet it drifts into soft moldings
of seasonal blankets,
where babes nestle into mother's arms,
where bodies stiffen within my clutch.
Author notes
*RETURN OF WINTER~~~NUBAUMER THOMAS
A contest entry
- CAN YOU PAINT BEAUTY-BLINDFOLDED? A Twist on The Image Theme! by Blue Rew.
1439 points, ended March 10, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wow this a very impressive write. I love your vocabulary and word use here to bring about your descriptions and images. Brilliantly formed and written. Well deserving of the gold. Thanks for sharing your wonderful talent.
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ckwriter69
Thank you so much.
~Pamela 
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good luck with this contest not too many poets use/know what metatastasize means enjoyed the wintry clutch of this thanks for chilling our souls with dread GET OUT OF PLYMOUTH for it kills ya' regards zaj title=good 1st lines= sets poem up well last lines=vg end
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zaj
Thank you so much for taking a moment to read and to leave your comments. Always a pleasure to receive your impressions.
Thank you. ~Pamela 
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oooowwweee!!
This 'felt' chilling! wow, that was a very vivid picture you've painted! amazing flow start to finish.
gold winner right here!
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Richard
Thank you so much. You are always so supportive and positive with your feedback. Thank you. ~Pamela
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"My embrace is fire mid iced rain,
yet it drifts into soft moldings
of seasonal blankets"...so very apt to image.
Although these lines encompass the brutal and
ugly persona of disease; you enfold it in
glorious and delicate shades of frost...blurring
the lines between the sweetness of ignorance
and the sorrow of honesty. This is true poetic
beauty that captivates from the start. Blue
PS-you may NOT edit from this point on; I expect
to be posting some of the images tomorrow.
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Blue
Thank you so much for your kind words and the honor of gold in your contest. I have to tell you, I was in the middle of an edit when your message and comment popped up. ARGH and I had to stop right there. LOL. Too funny.
I am so pleased you enjoyed this piece. I loved the concept of this contest and couldn't wait to see my image.
Thank you so much for such a wonderful honor. I am truly humbled. ~Pamela
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hummm ...kicks around dusty room....where is this beautiful poetry missy?....lol
Many blessings
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