dissonance
changing times
veins frozen still
warm love disappeared
vapid space adrift
begging please
alone here
Poem inspired by personifying the huge, monolith icebergs we recently saw in Antarctica. It seems to me that sometimes people feel like this.
lillian the home poet 
Such a chilling and sad effect. I bet we see more of your trip coming up. It’s good to have you “home.”
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I get it… 😦 A great comparison for a complex feeling. 🙂
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Excellent expression-ism.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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I was there just before you. I love that your poetry says what I felt when I saw Antarctica that January morning. I spent a week trying to say what you said in just a few lines.
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