Cold, Cold Feet
You feel: I always get cold feet
In this, your roomful society
It’s not through lack of courage, you'll see
Is it odd 'cause I hail from the tropics
Where many rivers flow and the sky bears rainbows
You say: I am not a warm person
In your hamlet, this dwelling new
It's not that I don’t have a temperate heart, you'll see
Is it strange 'cause I left my roots in a place
Where collective fortitude promises tolerance
Oh! Let me draw you into the tropics
For once fetch your own courage, and draw your heart
Saunter in the warm sun, try a walk with me in fortitude
Together under this roomful sky, let's emit rainbows
From our feet, our once strangely cold feet
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Notes:
Thanks to a comment by Chris Savin on my original piece of work, I have revised this piece for clarity.
I love your poem. It is good that you overcome cold feet to extend yourself to build bridges with those who are frozen in their isolation from others through either reluctance or indifference.
Sylvi, like you i love to feel the warm sun on my back, I have also got a love for African sunsets, they are good for my soul. In icy climes my bones would break. This poem made me feel good as it reminds me not to return from hence I came. Sylvi you are a poet keep writing. Bob
You are as warm as your poem Sylvi a pleasure to read on a cold winters eve 10 Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NICE PIECE OF WORK. IT IS BEAUTIFUL ILOVE IT.