Cooling down
I’m cooling down. All fires do
When no more wood or coal is thrown.
There’s too much January in you.
It’s hard for me to shine alone.
Your glance is full of hazel ice.
No blaze can ever melt its frost,
And when the will of burning dies
The flame itself is almost lost.
Your breath is wind. Extinguish me
Before I even get to shout.
You’re cold, my darling. Don’t you see?
I’m cooling down. I’m fading out.
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cold...
but oh so HOT! i like this one!
"Where is it written in stone that there are rules to writing poetry?" r/k 2-09
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I like the phrase: "Your glance is full of hazel ice." I enjoyed this, thanks for sharing, charly
Cooling Down
It seems indeed that the poet Nitta herself is cooling down, though we hope not fading out. Apparently we will have to make do with a poem every month or so now. But I'm not complaining---it gives me something to look forward to every month. Plus, all those wonderful works of the past are still available in the archives.