Ice
 
Of your deceptions
And frigid environs
You can’t live among
Smiling faces and warm climes
You dance with the devil and
Disguise yourself with sure footing
Your surface is as
Smooth as a baby’s skin
As it glistens in the afternoon sun
And you gloat over your treachery
With falling bodies and smashing cars
 
You reach out and smother all the flowers
Until the last breath escapes from their home
The bees succumb to your frozen madness
And to your cold, cold hands
With nowhere to go but to bed
 
All vegetation turns to ash and you laugh
As if life were a toy for you to play with
And you were a child of the devil
Or a witch stirring up a deathly brew
 
Your slender bodies hang from the roof tops
And your perilous beauty glistens in the sun
While your spears point at
Those who pass underneath
As if you were sentries guarding the castle
 
You are alive when all else is dead
And you are dead when all else is alive
You live among the musty tombs
The cold, cold life that is not life
You are all dressed up in
Death’s finest raiment
You are the ice,
That beautiful deadly ice

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Robert L. Martin
over 2 years

Thank you so much, Shemene. It means so much to me when someone reads and enjoys it.

Shemené Kok
over 2 years

Wow , very very nice. It is like I can give you a round of aplause well I did but you would not hear that. Excelllent Sir!

Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

Thank you very much, Thaddeus

Thaddeus Thacker
about 3 years

This is a great poem, and this line in particular is huge:

And you gloat over your treachery
With falling bodies and smashing cars

Robert L. Martin
about 3 years

Thank you, Catherine. I'm so glad you commented on my poem. Sort of a love affair with the deadly. A romantic approach to danger

C.R.Stanger
about 3 years

You are alive when all else is dead
And you are dead when all else is alive

love that ....i also love the duality through out the poem, between the deadly and the beautiful..

Mercedes Dembo
about 3 years

You are the ice,
That beautiful deadly ice
swarming with life
underneath

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Thank you, Jenifer. I hate the ice and snow. I live near the Poconos in Pennsylvania, and have plenty of it.

J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

It flows all the way to the very end. Really got in my head! That all to familiar vision of winter coming in and sweeping away all the flowers and green warmth of summer. Great depiction! "You are alive when all else is dead." Loved that line!

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Thank you very much, Nelson

Nelson D Reyes
over 3 years

Brings to fore the grandeur of nature after a day's worth of snow and the back breaking
result of shoveling snow the days following! More ice to water down my scotch, please!
Love this poem, relates very well with life in the snow country. Thanks, Robert.

Parker Jennings
over 3 years

God I love the word ice. It's fantastic. Leaves a cool burn on the tongue

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Thank you, Karla.

Karla Hart
over 3 years

I like your ideas displayed here.Good stuff sir.

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