Ice

First part of a sort-of series (though each poem stands alone easily as well).

ice---
the sharpness of her tongue
careful words, proud stance
she is steadfast as a rock
but beware her knives;
if you hurt her
if you betray her
if you are cruel to those she loves

she can be calm as still waters
or wild as storm tossed waves
pure water; sweet, crystal clear
do not fool yourself---
just like the depths of the ocean
ice will keep her secrets too

Reviews

[Gee]

A really good poem Brenda.Nicely done

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you!!

[Pragya Vishnoi]

Amazing metaphor.Speaks so much despite being a short poem.

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you very much!

[ANTO]

Very enigmatic writing Brenda -- I liked this first part immensely.

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you very much!

[Jamestown]

Nicely written, I like the descriptions, thanks for sharing.

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you!