The glacial battle begins in our heads Face pressed to the sun-pierced window pane January snow in recession, the signs of regression Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic water And where once a soft glow illuminated the surface Only the placement of desolation remains Reverberating silent screams
There is no one way of knowing cold The stages are fluid and transient Its meaning bitterly ambiguous Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason Although they move with wintry doom From person to person increasing in aggression Till you understand the meaning of icy Which unbeknownst to us creeps in succession
There is no one way of knowing cold Though maybe it’s always the same Emotional and physical reaction A state of feeling dangerously low Struggling to survive between cold and colder The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s always coming up with some exciting words! And often sketches, too.)
If only I could If only you would But we both know it couldn’t Come to any good
Yet you still have some may And I still have some might So what if our wish on the stars Could make something so forbidden lawful tonight?
Second verse added with permission of Little Charmer. Read and like the original here. And make sure you check out the rest of Little Charmer’s wonderful blog and, if you haven’t already, follow and like from there.