Frosty Player

Cold shoulders,

frigid stare;

numbed emotions,

glacial air.

Veins of ice

that chill to the bone –

frosty player

with soul of stone.


This piece marks poem 400!  This was not begun as a poetry blog.  But my readers enjoyed and supported my first attempts – and a poet has been born!  THANK YOU!


Image courtesy of El Bueno, El Feo y El Malo

The years have added sediments,

Layers to her hard-worn core;

Each resplendent element

Accumulates and adds its lore –

Brilliant glaring youthful tones,

Subtle, mournful, painful hues;

Wrapping round her skeletal bones,

Percolating as they choose.

Remove one, and her personhood

Would be altered from its base;

Add one, and her entirety could

Adapt and find new resting place

For fresh material to stick –

Leaching chemicals that flow

Experience through veins so thick

That cross-section of life would show…