Meteorological MetaphorA Poem by AstroLife's weatherThe weather of my being shapes me Harsh winds of change tear from me Steel will like shingles The pure force of letting go Ill-formed ideas sculptured in the dark Moments fall like snowflakes piling up They start out as cool reflections In the dreamy dawn of my innocence Light mornings lay upon one another Meshing and blanketing upon my life Seasons afford me the strength to move Beneath such weighted temporal shrouds Burning as I do through patchwork Fabric made of time and space I am hard but not frozen beneath the frost Warm rains of emotion wear away stitching Forming permanent holes in my memory Running deeply it carves the ice from me Until I'm left nearly naked, colder than before Clasping icebergs from the past left in the flood Eagerly I await the last thread's submergence As falling paper floats down and then lays Upon the surface, out of time and drenched Through with carrying heavy burdens Content to stare up at the sun and evaporate
© 2013 AstroAuthor's Note
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