Winter has made its way <br />Through my hearth <br />There are glacial formations <br />Where once wheat of inseparable toil <br />Stood tall <br />Frost-bitten alphabets are shed <br />like mutant pollens <br />Adding to the polluted ugliness <br />Of insinuated infidelity....; <br /> <br />Must I tell her, confidante; <br />That I’m shattered? <br />But the fear <br />Of getting my tongue splintered <br />and heart rent asunder by indifference <br />is like.... <br />claustrophia driving you to the point of <br />asthma <br /> <br />So dear friend <br />is your shoulder strong enough? <br />Are you sensitive to high salt content? <br />even so I could not care <br />for the hurt is too great to bear <br />alone without the comfort of your ear <br /> <br /> <br /> “Perhaps”, ...you start to say <br />and I turn hope and heart unto <br />the sound of your magical note <br />- wondering if some well meaning sentence <br />will be strong enough to <br />marshal some summers through <br />my glaciers.....and <br /> <br />Perhaps the frost will thaw.....<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-friends-are-for-3/
