Shaken, Not Stirred
Stuck in time,
in a dance never ending;
frozen
in mid pirouette.
I’ll shiver
for you will pick up my world
and with one shake
you’ll make it snow.
With flakes in my hair,
ice on the ground,
I’ll stare out
at your warmer world.
I’m frozen,
can’t move, as the snow
tumbles down;
my world
shaken, not stirred.
Submitted: December 06, 2020
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As you drive your Astin Martin through a snowy Scandinavian landscape. Good poem.
Sun, December 6th, 2020 10:13pm
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Haha! 007 I'm not! Thanks, 88.
Mon, December 7th, 2020 11:19amFacebook Comments
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Mike S.
Excellent take on the pick, Hull?
Sun, December 6th, 2020 6:49pmAuthor
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Thanks, Mike.
Mon, December 7th, 2020 11:22am