Winter has made its way
Through my hearth
There are glacial formations
Where once wheat of inseparable toil
Stood tall
Frost-bitten alphabets are shed
like mutant pollens
Adding to the polluted ugliness
Of insinuated infidelity....;

Must I tell her, confidante;
That I’m shattered?
But the fear
Of getting my tongue splintered
and heart rent asunder by indifference
is like....
claustrophia driving you to the point of
asthma

So dear friend
is your shoulder strong enough?
Are you sensitive to high salt content?
even so I could not care
for the hurt is too great to bear
alone without the comfort of your ear


“Perhaps”, ...you start to say
and I turn hope and heart unto
the sound of your magical note
- wondering if some well meaning sentence
will be strong enough to
marshal some summers through
my glaciers.....and

Perhaps the frost will thaw.....

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

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