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Icebergs beg Glaciers

Sep 30th, 2009 | By Deonte Osayande | Category: Poetry | 1018 views

We twinkle like glitter in the snow
And melt every time the sun shines.
I don’t ever cry for you,
I puddle.

An avalanche approaches
I become blanketed in the cool sweet rush of it all
Overcoming, overlapping, overcasting everything

A single touch swirls up a snowstorm
The birth of a blizzard comes to form
In every embrace

Chilling shivers
I wear rose petals made of snowflakes
As medals of honor to cover the heartache

Movement frequent as a nomad
Snowman, things getting frosty
Magic under a hat, button nose
It’s pressed every time we kiss

Our connection hits like a snowball
And I’ve fallen for the ice within those eyes
Slick,
Frostbitten I taste us and all else goes numb
My breath becomes a cloud against the window as I hum

You attract me magnetically at the poles,
I find breathing difficult when it’s polar
And my heart sits in a semi circle beating hollow drums
As you flood it with 40 days and 40 nights sitting arctic

Icebergs beg glaciers
To erode through me like the land
So I may sit in your hand
And even if your acknowledgment of me is but a speck of sand
Then it is still equal to the glitter like twinkle in fresh snow
And I can still melt with you
Peaking my heart’s intent like a mountain

The winter solstice I give all relevance
With the equivalence to my equinox,
Giving me balance with your love, I long for it every time
Hypothermic

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About Deonte Osayande:
An up and coming poet/activist from Detroit,Mi. Attending the University of Detroit Mercy. Has read/performed poetry at the 38th Annual Conference of Midwestern Literature, and the Converging Aesthetics exhibit at the University of Toledo.
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  1. Deonte, this is a wonderful piece of writing. Loved the way you have mastered this conveyance of heartache using the cold tones of winter and ice. Bravo!!!

  2. The first stanza…got me and kept me. I love your words Deonte.

  3. And I Quote… “I don’t ever cry for you, I puddle.” Classic!!! I Loved the Imagery Here ‘D’!

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