Fire or Ice

sands burnt my feet

every step a rattlesnake

recoiled and waiting 

for just the right time

to strike my over-cooked remains

the suns i once longed for

shook their poisonous tail

lay me to waste and

baked me blind

wind watering eyes

icicles on fingertips

when the cold froze my insides

like the fish in the deep freeze

waiting to be eaten

down to the bone

creating the bare space

in between the ribs

of the spine

in the heat and in the cold

survive somewhere

rising up from a rock

a tiny seed, or a parachute

blown with a wish

and falling, whereever

it falls and it does it

in the same way

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love puts us in this dilemma the way it runs...
and interesting how cold we can feel after it burns our heart.
Frost would smile at this...

j.

[sette]

the allegory is such a unique feature of the poem... depicts about life the way it is.. very descriptive and open to lots of interpretations