even now

even then

     we knew

only stiff winds     

     and broken threads     

     could inform our

hopeless hands

     shaping what should,

     holding loose

               what was left over

they told us

     summer winds     

          could hope...

     hot urging breath

          from nowhere,

necessary as the 

          drumbeat of our

     bloodrush

but my breeze      

     was never meant

     to melt

               your ice fever

      or flush the stoicism      

               from the glacial veins

of your sometimes

               heart

Reviews

[Wendy G.]

I think I like this one even better - the format messes with me a bit, but because of the short lines, it's easy to maintain the rhythm in my head. I love the way you chose your modifiers "hopeless hands" "sometimes heart" brilliant!

[Ken Simm.]

I like this even though it is going to take a while for my poor mind to develop the muli layered story behind this beautiful and yet strong write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great metaphor used here to show one trying to melt another's heart...how hard that can be sometimes.
our blood rushes, theirs stays in one place, maybe because of the past...

but if we keep urging, we may sooner or later achieve that melting.