| Grex > Poetry > #82: eternal winter |
| eternal winter | 
May 3 19:42 UTC 1999 |
sitting in the sactuary of eternal winter
her words pour all within her soul
isolated and cold
why last in this prison of undefined solitude?
perhaps in hopes of finding more in life
to capture the heart of one
a symbol of hope
that she is not the monstrocity they claim.
flying on the wings of a dove
my insides chill blue
shaking uncontolably
i'm too fragile for this...
| response 1 of 3: |
May 5 00:47 UTC 1999 |
Very interesting and well written.
| response 2 of 3: |
May 12 05:30 UTC 1999 |
I really like this...the wording sanctuary of eternal winter..wow...good job!
| response 3 of 3: |
Jun 2 02:38 UTC 1999 |
changing the subject from 'she' to 'I' seems awkward, as well as the phrases "why last in this prison of unconfined solitude?" and "i'm too fragile for all this.." but I agree the analogy of lonely depression to winter is excellent. Don't mind me..I was just nitpicking and the overall poem is great. I appreciate and enjoy imagery, which you have a strong command of.