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iced over lake and shadow of trees attached to poem


by Monique Rardin Richardson

Flares bursting through the bare branches,

casts vertical shadows a mile long

on the frozen pond.

How can something with such beauty

elicit so much danger?


One incorrect step and I could perish

without another word spoken or heard,

into an iridescent slush of silence.


I don’t want my last view to be the sky,

a magnificent sight, although not the shade of blue

I'd wish to see before there's no

existence of me.


If I proceed with caution,

across the slippery basin,

there may be a different outcome.


But I'd be tiptoeing

through the experience.


So many moments,

I wished I hadn't been chilled

by the fear of you fading away.


Numb by desire rising

from my missing piece.


Maybe, if I were me…


Your heart would have melted

into the warmth of my eyes

and seen yourself as I did.

Fingers forever entwined

with mine,

not released to a freedom



Now I question…


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