Chilling WhispersA Poem by Rambling ProseMetaphorically Rich
Our inner voice hears What you think it does not... Wind whispers truth destroy is the plot!
IT MATTERS NOT H o w H o w brutal H o w brittle
Their faltered assessment tends to mean very little.
Below freezing force, chilling frail bones Cold burning lungs lay crying alone.
Benumbed by the blast, such a frigid disturbance, Blue in the face from feigning forbearance
Wound in the whirlwind of cold-hearted prattle, Storm clouds arise, we’re forced into battle.
Withered and broken by a ruinous cold snap Rendered quite useless-
A byword A joke
Your nocuous mishap
Who will survive this tumultuous fray? Deafening winds threaten as we face a new day.
Gripped by the fear of cold’s burst on the morrow,
Destined to collapse beneath the WEIGHT of such sorrow. Will you spew out your venom tomorrow?
© 2008 Rambling ProseAuthor's Note
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Added on April 25, 2008Last Updated on September 13, 2008 AuthorRambling ProseNew YorkAboutI'm hidden amongst the rambling rose, entwined within my rambling proseplease beware of the thorns. I'm a budding new writer who hasn't got a clue. I love words, but only know a few. I'm.. more..Writing
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