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Gone Caveman

by John G.Hall 

Posted: 01 February 2004
Word Count: 69
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Gone Caveman

A cold call
blows a mist
from my lips,
evergreen trees
crystallized sweet
as a kids Christmas.
Winter feels me
with white fingers,
snuffing heat out
from me, frost mitt
across my mouth.

Back inside the house
the fireplace is holy,
I kneel before the flame
embracing my gods love,
vowing to wear warmer
more sacred garments
next time I leave home.

Fire, it good.


John G.Hall(C)2004






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roovacrag at 13:13 on 01 February 2004  Report this post
Know the feeling well. Anyone with a dog knows it,frozen to the bone. The fire aglow is heaven.I enjoyed reading this,made my day.Thank you. x Alice
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miffle at 20:02 on 01 February 2004  Report this post
I like 'winter feels me with white fingers' very much...And as for 'Gone Caveman' I like the pun there - he's certainly not 'gone' anywhere in the last line! Write on nikki ;-)
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dr_mandrill at 16:36 on 03 February 2004  Report this post
Nice poem, made me come over all pagan.


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