Living evermore
Until
Its
Icy hands
Begin to probe,
Find flaws
And break us.
Reverent,
Bowed,
Awed,
By this hide and seek
Of
Comrades.
Death
Strikes
Companion
Thought
On life.
And
Vice versa.
Linking with Trifecta : Week 104
Great post - Icy hands begin to probe. And yet, the promise at the end...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kelly. It is so good to hear from you
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteI like this part:
ReplyDeleteBowed,
Awed,
By this hide and seek
Of
Comrades.
I really related to it. I love how you formatted this and it's beautiful
Thank you so much Lance. Your encouragement means a lot to me.
DeleteBeautifully crafted!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such kind words
DeleteI like the structure and flow. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteThank you Draug. I am really encouraged by your words
DeleteI like the way you structured it. It made me read it in a more controlled, clipped manner and brought another dimension to the beauty of the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Editors. It is always encouraging to hear such positive feedback on little pieces
DeleteLove the icy, probing hands.
ReplyDeleteAlso the surprise contrast of Reverent, Bowed, Awed against 'hide and seek'.
Thank you so much Kymm. It is always wonderful to hear from you
DeleteI too liked the structure. It made the poem flow nicely, lyrically.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Tara.
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