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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Iron Clad

Tough as steel, cold as night.
Your bars are gripping me tight.
I wander off, to be drawn back.
Held still by your rusted steel grasp.
Longing to be near, I watch you age.
In return you stand firm, never losing
your embrace.
It holds me up, when I feel I will fall.
You never falter, I never doubt at all.


  1. Perfect writing for the image, but going deeper, pecking at an undercurrent of life itself. Layers here, nicely done.

  2. I'm interested in the idea of watching an iron gate age. I assume that's over time, but it struck me as something that occurred almost while you watch in this poem.

  3. Thank you both very much for your nice comments.
    The gate is in a historical graveyard from the 1700-1800's, been around a long time and the way iron ages, yet lasts, fascinates me.

  4. tough as steel,
    cold as night,
    better than steal,
    shine bright...

    love your words, I added two lines to have fun.
    super divine poetry.
    Thanks for sharing.

  5. I enjoy the personification of the steel. A knight -like toughness that stands firm and protects

    Nicely wrought for One Shot

    Moon Smiles

  6. Thank you very much Jingle Poetry and moondustwriter! I really appreciate the comments and for following my blog. :)

  7. I love how the visual you used complimented your words.I always love to connect photos with words.

    I don't know if I'm taking the poem wrongly.But I feel it describes someone.A person who might seem over protective but someone you count on to.

    A beautifully written one shot!