Hard Ice – Poem by P Chatelain

don’t love me so much, love me better – photo by p chatelain (sevilla, spain)

hard ice

as i sit, lost, watching the clock tick, i pause.
the time won’t.
i pause ‘cus i hope your thoughts
found a home in me. it’s getting old,
but please, you know i need.
you know how cold i get.
i’m freezing and don’t want to melt.
so snap me; remind me how i
felt when you’d grab me.
shatter my crisp edges,
break your way in.
take what i can’t give and more
because i live for more. and if i
don’t rid my soul of the vicious cold
the love won’t know which way to hold.
i slide from between love’s fingers
because i’ve seen love’s splinters and they
prick me.

Author: Mr. Phillipe

Phillipe Martin Chatelain / @uptownvoice / Phillipe is the Managing Editor of In Parentheses. He is a poet from New York City with a Masters Degree in Poetry from The New School. He writes as someone in the tradition of the urban troubadour or the flaneur–wandering, taking notes. He believes that poetry of our generation has taken on a much more digital definition. Furthermore, it is important for New Modernist writers like those exhibited in In Parentheses Literary Magazine to assume the forms of media available in order to carry on the history of Sublime Art. His series taking shots alone was self-published in 2012-2015. The self-published collection FACETS (2019) is now available.

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