ice heart


At my poetry writing group last night the theme was ice. This poem started off as one thing and ended up as something else. One of those poems that just happened and went where it wanted to. I was just the messenger writing it.

my heart is as white
as the purest ice
warm blood flows in
turning to a pillar of ice
slowly moving through my
heart like a glacier
creating a valley
from the hardest stone
sometimes the ice snaps
off causing my heart
to jump as if hit
by a heavyweight boxer
before settling back to
its imperceptible movement
that i barely notice
a heart rate that barely
registers as my breathing
slows down i’m showing
no signs of life
except an icy cold
glint in my eye

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