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defrosting the glass

Powerless
numbness grips thoughts
crimsom heartbeats
are stilled in time
manly disbelief
Is corrupted

frozen
a narrow reed
of paper motions flutters
liquid in a summer breeze
freedom from fear
was within the acts
of letting go

Pain was an illusion
lost in a geniuses mind
held between a feather
and the deep blue sea,
a brittle scream
was a rally to arms
a blasted battle cry
of the broken soul battalion

I hear rumbles
my chest thumps knowing
Destiny nears
tomorrow contains miracles
yet in creation
fear rises in the hearts of men
justice is not fit to be served

In my dreams I see Peace,
in her dreams are you
her children,
Mother Justice sees all,
I say,

"let her will be done"

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Comments

this piece is one of hope and facing destiny. sublime. beautiful.

Kiss the moon tonight
charmed by its beauty
while a million stars dance,
as serenity sings
in the heart
where hope is reborn
like a phoenix,
spreading its wings,
triumphant
in the quest
for a soul's freedom
from the grip of sadness.
Come, my friend
let us rejoice!
Tonight the heaven
smiles upon us again.
Close your eyes
and may your dreams
bloom full of
vibrant colours...

Lots of love and hugs
Alid

I think two puts these poems off the Detoured section
comments that is...duo...tres..quatro ad infinitum
Nicely put together poem
the title served me
I grew up with those that served their needs from
the fridges...the cold keeps as I called them
like castles of dinners...treats..stash..cubes..glasses
root beer some or pop...often the amber clear..and
tinted other....lah lah land begins...from first hours
to the late...glass is tensile....strong tough..but
breakable....frost is the cold hold....in the freezer
frozen...immobile preserved. set aside...waiting...

ice pops we had..oh happy treat time then...
or the push cart people....flavored shaved ice
with poured on syrup i a cup for some
the bus zooming slow its rounds with that
creepy music...white bus crash bus they all
have candy inside....
rush out for the sugar fix..

a mature write from you Jayne...
sombre and I like it much...
somber...i just like writing it that way

thank U

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