Iditarod
vacation’s
peak
where
the wilderness
reenacts
the fates forged
by
cryogenic rendering
Tennis
racquets tripping toes
pressing
patterns upon
the
treads of snow
Wolves
amass over the icy ridge
watching,
waiting
for
the submissions of untrained eyes
Frozen,
under glassy shards
frigid
little stings, so harsh, so very
persistent
is its brittle bite
Eventually,
when in a perpetual state of numbness,
the
pursuit of warmth grows forgotten, somehow
arriving
at the point, where frost and irrelevance mix
True to life sometimes, as when things go in the crapper, sometimes you don't see anyway out and just sit in the crapper and accept it when one could get out if they tried.
ReplyDeletecan you imagine being out int he cold that long for real...it would be hard to get used to for sure...this makes for a great metaphor as well fred...
ReplyDeletearriving at the point, where frost and irrelevance mix ....this gave me shivers... isn't our soul a fragile things and we need to be careful to keep it warm.. fine write fred
ReplyDeletevery evocative... gave me the shivers in the cold sense.. thanks for this great read, Fred
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