Frigid by Quentin S Clingerman
Sun shines bitterly
There is nothing much astir
Breath held while walking
01/07/2014 Posted on 01/07/2014 Copyright © 2025 Quentin S Clingerman
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/07/14 at 10:28 PM Some vivid vocabulary here, Que. That last line with the held breath leaves me out there - I like that affect. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/10/14 at 12:37 PM Excellent poetic snapshot, sir. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/14/15 at 11:51 AM that is why poetry is so important, against which frigidity stands no chance. this poem goes to my head and dares to dance when Fred and Ginger fear to thread. |
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