Marooned,
stranded,
isolated,
he turns his shame upon himself.
Choice builds habit,
cube by cube,
erecting frozen walls
which become too slippery to surmount.
Had he raised his head
or his voice,
he would have found that
iceland is
littered with those
marooned,
stranded,
isolated.
But not one of them
raised a head
or a voice,
so the ice
was never
broken…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I like the poetic allegory here. Very nice.
Thanks Rob!
Looks like you’ve made some blog design changes, or are my eyes not fully open yet?
Just switched to a fall colour scheme – couldn’t bring myself to make it winterized, although that’s what all my photos already show!
In the beginning (sounds familiar, eh?) I used to play around with theme changes, header/banner pictures–but now it seems too time-consuming and stressful. And once, I changed it so drastically that one of my regular readers got confused, and I almost lost him! So, for now, I think I’ll confine myself to writing… God bless you as you “bundle up”!
You still recognized me, right? I think I’ll change the background pic and colour scheme seasonally, but I didn’t want too drastic a change – wanted people to still know that this was me! I’ve been confused at other blogs, so want to be careful in my changes. Tell me if it’s too much, ’cause I sure don’t want that…
No, it’s not “too much”–just enough to keep me on my toes, and that’s a good thing (I think?)!