Fargo's Frosty MemoriesA Poem by icelandicblue
Remember when we watched Fargo
and I said "don't ja know ' for weeks? The snow outside didn't seem so harsh after learning what a wood chipper could do. Those were days of Chinese food Fridays and videos while we turned down the heat in the house we couldn't quite afford, I didn't know happiness could be so damn chilly. Sometimes I forget what happy feels like and I'm hoping to tumble into a vat of content, or at least not tortured soul. Where did those simple moments go? I know far too much today, well beyond my need to know status. And for the first time I understand why some say ignorance is bliss. I've lowered the paradisaical bar so I can still step over it, taking one small step for me or just a glorified crawl. How I need to rediscover the lilt in my stride and uncover a halcyon moment or two before someone vigorously shakes my little snow globe life yet again. © 2013 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on August 12, 2013Last Updated on August 12, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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