this floor is frozen with cold
and
the windows have
jack frosts
artwork
written all over
them.
while the people outside
my glass
walk like icicles
taking their
first steps
and the trees stand like
brittle statues
forever on
task.
my world is ice
and cold
and a shivering
hand.
but
there is warmth here
though
and they will never
know
that.
buried
way
down
deep
in the glow
of my sputtering ember
heart.
lies fire.
A phenomenal expression of life… better then a 10 Ben… how about an 11!
You of the warm heart, this is a lovely poem, and what memories of the art of Jack Frost, something people these days miss sadly. The artwork was unbelievably beautiful, way back. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Well written. Can picture it out all through, including the fire in your heart. Thanks for sharing Ben.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magic written in words capture a note difficult to describe. Phenomenal achievement. Some of your work makes me want to snap my pencils and give up writing forever in the face of such splendour that I cannot hope to compete with. Wonderful. xxx