Two Knives
I was stuck in the middle of another poem and could not think much, so I shifted to this poem. This poem is inspired by Robert Frost's poem " Fire and Ice ." I have borrowed a few words from lines 3 and 5 of the original poem. Fear of fire, flare like a wildfire where the world will end in flames without having been tasted my desire I could feel the pain of perishing twice; putting me on wheels to seek something that cools and preserves like the ice world curled in ivory while their stick-to-itiveness is as sharp as knife piercing every depth for freezing point has no limit. ©water2025 31.10.2025. This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025