Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The cold
down in the impossible
caves of marrow
the legendary frozen reserve
the oath of anti-compromise
always the energy to be right

The tarry black ice
the evaporated middle earth
never had the odds
the cobalt steel
the perfect edge of my calm
honed on her pumice nails

The infamous iron mask
covering the ageless fear
of just once being wrong
the bullet-proof glass mind
its self-fulfilling whip, knowing
it does not always break the bronco

cold is the absence of heat

the unreasoning right, yes

brrrrrrr

Deep poem. Captured well

the perfect edge of my calm
honed on her pumice nails
(My favourite lines)

thanx fellas, appreciate the pertinent feedback.........peace ( calm)