Everything was made of ice
Frozen islands
White horizons
Deep cold chill descending
Crystal treasure
Endless light
Silent peace forever.
Turn me back to ice
Smooth
Placid
Fragile
Under a blanket of snow
Melting in the water
Icy chill
Timeless waterfall
Numb.
Place me into ice
To the gift
Silent eternal soul
Silhouetted
Encased with mercy
Nothing left
Wrapped
Lost in arctic light
In an endless season
Cold.
Stop the pain
Change me back to ice.
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Written for Poets United – Verse First – Icy
Life From A Park Bench 
Well, right now my world here is encased in ice, so your poem is very ‘real’ to me. But what I picture in your poem is an animal dying in the arctic and being preserved forever in a kind of icy tomb…..a ‘gift’ to be discovered by someone in a subsequent generation. You brought the ‘chill’ into your poem well!
Despair and want of isolation resonates throughout this piece. Your pacing and line breaks add drama. A dramatic and effective write.
I remember, when I was young, freezing myself to stop the pain and how much it hurt when I began to thaw out. This poem took me back. Especially love the lines “silent eternal soul”, “encased with mercy” and “lost in arctic light”. You have captured “icy” exactly.
Glad I have the central heating on. I can feel the cold from your words. Very interesting poem.
What a world you have in ths poem. I’m in Florida but I can feel the ice and cold (and the beauty) from here. Lovely!
A lot of emotion here, Nicely done!
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O one must live through the pins and needles to unfreeze and live–or die a beautiful sharp death. What a choice!