29 February 2008 <br /> <br />The warmth that once upon a time resided <br />Snuggling near the beating drum <br />Both close and mutually confided <br />Seditious against the gelid lum* <br /> <br />But not enough it was to thaw <br />The frost encircled due to the draft <br />That swept the crimson puffer raw <br />Blown hollow and lifeless like the Laft^ <br /> <br />The culprit? Why, none other than Logic <br />Whose deep recesses glacial and stormy <br />Rigid, potent, intense and stoic <br />Can any antithesis quite sully. <br /> <br />Blue from frost, the tinder hibernates <br />Some day, with hope, the ice will abate. <br /> <br />* Deep pool (prov. English) <br />^ An ancient city somewhere near/in Iran<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chill-4/
