call open
the jaws of frost
these beautiful
white ancient skates
Gliding on
What you expect
Open the ice rink
Feel the warmth
Of my hand
No gloves needed
Temporary exposure
Drawing gracefully
Dancing in midst of 15 degrees Fahrenheit
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The beauty of simplicity rings true throughout this poem. The images speak loudly while only offering glimpses into their purpose in the poem. It is not till reading the second paragraph that the imagery really grabs my attention. From the contrast of cold environment to a warm touch and dance.
I like this poem the combination of a ice rink and warmth coming from it, the correlation with the ice and the skate is cool to.
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