Frozen Poem by Jacquelyn Turnage

Frozen



Rancid remnants on porcelain
Dust accumulates
Pursuing the ideal-perfection.

My existence, my life frozen
Terrified to only partially achieve
Or to do it incapably
Keeps my lawn from being mowed
My laundry from being folded.

(S.A.2006)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynne Bc 19 June 2006

Jacquelyn, This speaks volumes. I feel for this poem as I can be just as frozen sometimes. A good read! Write on! Lynne

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