Saturday, March 25, 2006

Never There

She has ice scales
shielding her heart,
over-lapped warnings,
“Fragile-Don’t Touch!”
Her heels thump
pain-pocked rhythms
on taut tile skins, and
ghost scavengers haunt
cold cubicles of hollow eyes.
Sunset whimpers
over still-shot trees,
the warmth on frozen leaves
evaporates,
as if,
never there.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

7 comments:

Pris said...

One of your best yet, Pat!!

Queen Neetee said...

Hauntingly beautiful.

I love the visual of ice scales shielding a heart because the heart is still alive and needs merely warmth to revive it.

the warmth on frozen leaves
evaporates,
as if,
never there.
is just plain beautiful!

I love this!

Borut said...

"Fragile-Don't Touch!", I'll make a badge of it? And wear it...?

polona said...

i really love your work, pat!

Pat Paulk said...

Pris thank you very much!

QNT I guess we all keep a few "ice scales" on our heart. Thank you!

Borut somehow I don't see you as fragile. Thanks!

Polona, then we have a mutual admiration society, cause I think your work is fabulous!

Cherie! said...

Lovely verse, thank you for visiting.

Luanne said...

this reminds me of myself,sometimes... it's sad.

thanks for this pat! lovely!