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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Frozen Frog, a poem by Martin Hicks

Earth turns again in cyclic season
Wind-beaten gold to filthy grey,
While I dig deep in muddy reason
To there out-weather brutal day.

Frost freezes fast mid-leap to lead,
White winter sheets a stony pond,
Blue needles bind hid, secret bed,
But pulse survives arresting bond.

For under hardest dark reflection
Inside my heart ice-slowed I keep
Will's iron Dream for resurrection-
For Spring from cryogenic sleep!

-Martin Hicks

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