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Saturday, December 14, 2013

A Heart Without Snowshoes

The snow was so deep…
It was up to my knees
and I could barely walk.

A drifted country road
piled high with impossible
was love’s frozen separation.

Foolish with bravado
I thought I was stronger than the wind,
but it burned a chilled no into my lungs.

Surrounded by a white postcard,
reality wormed its way into my thoughts.
The only choice was to retreat.

I cursed cupid as I turned to retrace my steps.
Damn the imp’s winter arrow shot into my heart
that knew nothing about walking in snowshoes.


©Susie Clevenger 2013

Corey over at Real Toads challenged us to have a family member give us the first line for our poem. Well, I asked my husband. He had been watching The Weather Channel at work so he tossed me my snowy opening. I thought, "Really?" He is asleep so I can't get his response. Waking him up is not an option. :)


Kerry O'Connor said...

Your poem is perfect for the season - and I imagine living in a cold climate one had better master the snow shoes to get ahead.

Bill Nicholls said...

Wonderful I could show a photo to go with that as well

Herotomost said...

Wow, what an analogy, made me shiver but I wanted to be resolute as well to chase down desire's presents. I love that the poem came from the weahter channel...bravo to you both, just what I was looking for. You Toads never disappoint. Happy Holidays to you and your family!!!

Kay L. Davies said...

You already know I love this poem, Susie, but on re-reading it I was taken by the line about the wind and the "chill no into my lungs"...before I moved to Alberta, I was here helping Dick with house-hunting. The weather was -32 Celsius, which is 26 degrees below 0 Fahrenheit, and my lungs were screaming "no, don't move here, go home right now"!

Helen said...

.. 'the imp’s winter arrow shot into my heart' ~~ these words shot straight to my heart!!

Heidi said...

Stupid cupid.

Wordifull Melanie said...

"A drifted country road
piled high with impossible
was love’s frozen separation."

Mishla M said...

Fun, sweet and oh so human.

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