The intrepid explorer left in icy cold
cold enough to make him gasp
cold to the core of his being.
cold to freeze the blood
cold enough til frostbite
iced the loss of toes.
Days would pass in limbo—
the snare of inactivity
fought by slapping lifeless limbs.
Remembering the pause of childhood,
he prayed in fever for angels to save him.
Alas the dial of fortune passed him by
to crumble to dust. He explored no more.
This week’s wordle words are:
gasps, dial, left , angels, slap, snare,
dust, remember, loss, pause days, cold
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oh, I was rather routing for him.
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clever poem.
happy new year.
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Intensely felt loss. Superbly written!
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Made me shiver feeling the loss
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Yikes. The words suggested death to me, too, but you took it to a whole new level.
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So sad, Viv. The coldness shot right through me. Well done.
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Oh dear! I would hate to die of cold and exposure 😦
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nice and well done…now I’m freezing, and I need a cup of tea and a sweater!
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Ah, the explorer in all of us. Thank goodness some of us actually find what we are searching for. I’m afraid far too many don’t even seek, or lose themselves in the frostbite of day to day living.
Elizabeth
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Thank you, Elizabeth. How percipient you are – you found the metaphor I have been searching for.
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We can only hope he had found what he was looking for. Hopefully he is exploring a different place now.
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:-_
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Oh bravo, all the words and a very evocative poem!
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I like the play between cold and heat..i suppose in the extreme..both make us brittle and on the brink of snapping perhaps…a fine exploration and happy new year to you!
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and to you.
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