[Poem] Cold Comforts

Cold hands against a feverish skin
Blessed water upon parched lips
Air out the breeze, let it in
Let the cold refresh the room

A cube of ice on her forehead
Blessed relief for but a moment
With a deep breath, let the cold in
In the warm night, the cold is king

Rain rain, let it fall
What was once warm now turned cold
Care of a husband, cold comfort it had been
Cold balm to soothe the fevered body.

2 Responses

  1. jenn June 3, 2009 / 9:02 AM

    Wow this is great! I participate in a weekly writing contest that you might want to submit this to. You can check out plotdog.com/woof-contest for more info. This is a really great poem

    • Naoko Kensaku June 3, 2009 / 9:15 AM

      Thank you! I’ll check them out shortly. :) Glad you liked the poem.

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