Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Shiver

Bleeding with warmth,
daggers of light,
softened by sun,
forged new with the night.

Talons of ice,
curtains so cold,
crystalline coats
that sparkle so bold.

Blankets of frost,
sheets to green mold,
skeletal chills
salt stories so old.

Michael Finn


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10 comments:

  1. Johnny Nutcase9 March 2010 at 23:20

    Those are both really pretty. Is it a natural spring, kinda looks like it. The icicles look cool with the greenery. Nice! and the poem too, did you write it? Thumbs up if so!! It's great!

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  2. Michael9 March 2010 at 23:38

    Yes it's a natural spring. Thanks for being kind with my poem. :)

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  3. eileeninmd9 March 2010 at 23:47

    Lovely poem, Michael! It fits perfectly with the photos of the icicles.

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  4. Carolyn Ford10 March 2010 at 06:51

    Wow! The icicles look as if they are hanging from the plants. These are really unique captures...and the poem is excellent. It certainly compliments these photos!

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  5. My name is Riet10 March 2010 at 07:06

    Great pictures and a lovely poem. thank you for your visit

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  6. Crafty Green Poet10 March 2010 at 07:57

    those are very impressive icicles!

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  7. Ruth10 March 2010 at 14:45

    Impressive shot. Beautiful poem. They go together perfectly.

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  8. wenn10 March 2010 at 15:21

    lovely shot and poem!

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  9. DeniseinVA10 March 2010 at 15:37

    Hi Michael, those pictures are just beautiful and so is your poem. Thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend.

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  10. Cezar and Léia13 March 2010 at 07:05

    Bonjour Michael,
    wow this post is so lovely!Your reflection shot is perfect and your words magnificent!
    Have a nice weekend,
    hugs
    Léia - BONJOUR LUXEMBOURG

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