What is hidden beneath your blanket of words that you’ve spread so evenly into my head?
A blanket of snow so white, like a sheet, it’s coming up off my feet, it’s falling off the bed
It’s twisted and knotted yet the snow falls gracefully upon our skin, the words you speak ring loud again
They’re ringing in my head like bells that you wish you could silence; wish their tune would forever end
When you stop speaking it only snows for as long as it takes for your last words to fade
I wanted the atmosphere to change for the cold to go away but it stayed
And now the blanket you laid upon us is giving me frostbite it’s no longer keeping me warm
I cover myself with more and you’re so covered I’ve lost sight of your form
I can’t tell if you’re even there or maybe you’ve left my side, I wish I could tell!
The room has frozen over by now, and I know this can’t end well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An intuitive feeling comes through each line of your poem, questions are silently being asked, but are not yet out in the open for discussion. Very excellent poem trying to determine if a person is lying to you or not! Spoken outright, but with imagery of snow being used as tact to discern the answer. Love this poem, it's unique! Thank you for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. RoseAnn