That's what we get when we all play the meteorologist. We head out in confidence shorts, only to be scratching goosebumps.
Christmas in July and you're still going to get bit by mosquitoes. The bleeding really never ever stops. I guess it's that bloodletting that causes us to be warm to the touch, and cold inside.
Explicit use of metaphors within a compact poetic scheme. The heart can be a global map, showing different patterns of weather. The world can be a crucible waiting for its tests to be done, while the human heart acts as its testing apparatus. QED.
Smartly done as always.
The snow storm within the heart is necessitated. Sometimes.
Cheers!
M.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
love your insights Mallika...thanks for the kind review.
j.
Once a person is hurt, they protect themselves with a stony exterior. Truth is, the pain still exists and every new relationship will be tinged with that pain. That snow takes a long time to melt. Lydi**
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..