Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

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Frosted Blades

Frosted blades scratch seamless sky, angry to find no scars. Serrated edge draws no blood, nor sawing motion, vein; Wind is no ally when renewed rigour results in naught. Pain pitched at a hushed heaven grows boomerang eyes; the spy’s sabotage skilfully dissects along lines traced by rote. Silvered cycle, shameful circle, drawn by frosted…

silverfrost

Frosted blades scratch seamless sky,

angry to find no scars.

Serrated edge draws no blood,

nor sawing motion, vein;

Wind is no ally

when renewed rigour

results in naught.

Pain pitched at a hushed heaven

grows boomerang eyes;

the spy’s sabotage

skilfully dissects

along lines traced by rote.

Silvered cycle,

shameful circle,

drawn by frosted blades…

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Responses to “Frosted Blades”

  1. lvsrao

    Nice poem.

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    1. melodylowes

      Thank you!

      Reply
  2. Eric

    I really love this one, Melody! 🙂

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    1. melodylowes

      Thanks Eric!

      Reply
  3. Debbie

    I liked the line “pain pitched at a hushed heaven.” Thank you , Melody!

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    1. melodylowes

      Thanks Debbie!

      Reply
  4. RoSy

    If only we could have the look of winter with the warmth of summer 😉

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    1. melodylowes

      You get right on that, will you?

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      1. RoSy

        LOL – Ok.

  5. godspoetbychoice

    Nice work I wish sometimes I had your vision

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    1. melodylowes

      Ah, but then we would be duplicating when we should be shining in our own unique way… Although, I will take that as a compliment! 🙂

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