Dragon in Ice

Dragon in Ice  by Annie Miller

Like iceberg wind on winter sand
My words blow bitter cold
Frozen sandpaper 
against the gate of my throat

The pressure of anger unresolved,
a lava passion contained
There is a secret pleasure in heated words,
a warmth to the unrestrained

my self imposed politeness
make nice is how you do it
a censor in the quietness
dont let the monster out at all

else you may lose your world.


unhobbled …
he will devour 
everything you love.

So where to go from here?
How to help silence the worst ....
How to help heed the best?

I see no solution near.
Can you find a muzzle for the beast,
without muting all the rest?

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12/21/01     4:16:28 AM
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