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A frosted verse
You touched my cheek, and I remembered you,
And though I was glad to have forgotten,
You brought with you photographs, and recipes we used to make,
And I felt again, just beneath my epidermis
Both the warmth of knowing you could not get to me,
And the thrill of laying in your arms.
I remembered that beauty can be sharp,
And how you glazed rot with diamonds.
I had forgotten how fragile you were, how easily crushed,
And how I tiptoed, delighting to see you shine.
You snipped the last golds of summer with silver filigree blades.
I turned up my collar, and sought you all the same.
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Comments (22)
Wow. Powerful. It reminds me of how our bodies remember things before our minds do.
Wow! Beautiful and powerful poem! Amazing writing.
Beautiful Hannah! And also I think, a good answer to the Challenge requirements.
Absolutely powerful poem. Well done!!
Excellent slant on Frost! I especially liked: "I had forgotten how fragile you were, how easily crushed, And how I tiptoed, delighting to see you shine."
This is pure magic! I loved the relational dynamic you crafted
Love your line, "And how I tiptoed, delighting to see you shine." Superbly expressed free verse poem!!! Bravo!!!❤️❤️💕
Such a powerful poem...
The way you conveyed the message through this poem was outstanding! Incredibly done, Hannah! 💌
Such an amazing poem. The imagery is stunning, and your choice of picture goes quite, too. An impressive use of words.
Very nice
Impressive. Your word play was as delightful as the images you conjured. Wonderful.
Gorgeous piece. Warm and delicate, cold and sharp at the same time. Well done.
This is absolutely amazing verse! You evoked frost and the experience of it without even a whisper of its name or the frozen conditions that herald its arrival. I hope the Vocal judges are paying attention, Hannah. This poem is a reminder of how powerful the poetic form can be in the right hands!
Beautiful
A well-wrought tale of winter's embrace!
"And how I tiptoed, delighting to see you shine." We all have someone we did this for. Loved your poem!
Beautifully double edged in its blade-like frosted words. Metaphorically divine.
‘Blades’ and ‘same’ the last two ending words, brought me sensations through my body. But if I go back up, I can feel my cheeks and the way you cleverly weave a love story within the life of a leaf. Just absolutely outstanding. Especially when you mentioned that beauty can be sharp, and how it glazed rot with diamonds. I just can’t get over these two lines. 👌🏽👏🏽
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This was just sublime. Just "check" that first line again as I think there is a typo. Nice to have you back. Hope all is good.
This is gorgeous, Hannah! love the delicateness and almost flirtacious feel to it! well done! only q, did you mean 'cheek' in first line?