He possessed her.
Keeping her in his heart –
locking her there with shards of ice.
Razor sharp edges
making her bleed
should she try to leave.
Warmth exuded from her soul –
melting the snow.
Calmness replaced turmoil.
As she turned to go,
He took her hand –
promised her a warmer man.
Looking into his eyes,
she saw icy blue
and kissed him adieu.
*Photo by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit & follow his blog). ❤
Poet Rummager 
Beautifully written—the subject sounds like a real *insert disparaging remark*. If you happen to be the warmth-exuding-soul, bravo. 🙂
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I loved your comment! Parts of this poem may have some basis of truth, but perhaps I was the one deserving the disparaging remark. Haha! Maybe. 😀
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No way, icicles begone!
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My, you’re quick! I bow to your swift wit. Lol.
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Oh no, I have a program that comes up with that stuff. Don’t be fooled.
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😀
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That’s reallly wonderful. .
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Thank you, Izza! Two wonderful comments from you today. How lucky I am! xo
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Cmon! You’re way too good. .I am not on a reader always on I skipped all your wonderful work but it’s really electrifying. ..and I m lucky myself you take time to read my work. .means a ton 💜💜
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You’re edgy and clever! It’s a pleasure to read your work. Ah, thank you very much. Ditto. ❤
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Wow. A scene easy to envision as many fantasize about its reality. Filled with heat and passion, domination and submission (in a true romantic way.) Feelings that reach deep into one’s soul.
You see, I told you if you kept that little picture of me by the computer monitor writer’s block would dissipate! 😀
To all of Roses’ readers, I am only kidding. There is no little picture!
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Lovely words yet again! All my ice has melted. I am a puddle on the floor! Lol
I do have your photo still at my computer! No writer’s block ever. Your biceps steer me clear of it. 😊 Yes, this photo is only imaginary; no worries Dr. J, but what fun to joke about it. haha!!
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Cool poem! (see what I did there? \”/)
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Cool poem cuz ice is cold. I love that! Did your niece help you with that? 😀
I also borrowed from the title you gave this photo. It wasn’t so much your photo that helped write my poem; it was your title.
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I came up with that all by myself! I’m so proud.
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Very cute. Lol. Where did you photograph your shards of ice? They look like diamonds.
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On top of my car — I photographed the shards and ice flowers during the same morning.
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Let me guess… On top of your favorite working car. 😊
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Haha — I knew you would like the joke. Someday. \”/.
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I did come up with the frost flowers title all by myself… just want to make sure you remembered that 🙂
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I’ll always remember \”/
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Well done, well written, well put together, Oh no her head is growing out of the computer, nice images no not nice…sticking.
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Thank you! You can’t see me, but I’m doing a curtsy! Hard to do since my head has swollen to 50 times its normal size. 😜
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I can just imagine. Put a pillow on the floor just in case Ha ha ha. It was delightfully dark poem to read. Any you know light hearted love poems in the future lol
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Light-hearted love poems? what are those 😉
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This is very very beautifully written. 🙂
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Thank you, my beautiful Sakshi friend! xo
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Rose. 😘
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Bravo! And good for her.
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She iced him good! Thanks Nick. xo
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A very nicey spicy icey poem Rose.
Enjoyed. ❄️❄️❄️
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What an exciting rhyming sequence you made! I caught the snowflakes on the tip of my tongue. Haha!! Thanks Alan.
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Reblogged this on One Word Whispers.
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A leopard cannot change his spots. :0 Beautifully compose: Calmness replacing turmoil.
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Thank you, Doug. xo
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Yeah! RUNNNNNNN!!! Lol. Nice one, T.
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hello my ice girl
i’m the fairy-land man who
wields a sharp blue torch
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Aw, beautiful haiku — perfection! Write more; please!! ❤
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Well, he had that coming. She needs a kinder man and he needs an electric blanket and some kind of therapy.
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Lmao!!! God, I adore you, my bag head. xoxo
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Thank you. (I quite like being adored, I must admit.) 🙂
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You are great writer.. So naturally.. 😊
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Many thanks, Xana! I appreciate your follow and sweet words. I shall reciprocate shortly. ❤️
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You welcome.. 😊
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