2.02.2012

the ice age

Where are we going? We should be hunkering, out of sight. Fright has brought us a distance, but let's pause our flight tonight. Blot our trail for a time.

Here is a mossy mew, it will do for a day or two. Come, curl with me, I'll harbor you against madness and rue.

This is really happening; it's colder than cold. I am getting older. One day soon you'll be required to harbor me, and then I will leave you.

They are coming, you must believe. It's distilled down to two: ice and sky. Earth and trees. You and me.

Come and play 100 Word Song: Idioteque over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog.

15 comments:

  1. Good grief this is good. I love the interpretation. The final line? perfection

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  2. I think this is gorgeous.
    I love the dance of syllables and words.

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  3. Love it.

    "Here is mossy new."

    I just love how that feels in my mouth. And I love how different our interpretations were!

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  4. it started out as more of a poem, but then seemed to be more like this, whatever this is. :)

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  5. Whatever this is? I love it. Especially the ending.

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  6. let's go with prose poem. maybe that's what it is. and thanks :)

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  7. also, i wrote it to be read aloud.

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  8. Sounds beautiful when I read it aloud. Great writing.
    eden

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  9. thank you for playing along and reading aloud, eden! xo

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  10. The lines move like a song. Great job

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  11. Congrats! I can see why Lance chose this. Beautiful writing.

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  12. i am not a fan of competitions but am indulging Lance in his quest to rank us all every week :)

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