I see a goose slide regally over
The ice still-frozen. Dangerous birds.

Yet alluring me still to stop and stare
Even though pedestrians always pass
By there. Perhaps time to transcend
From this blasted scene with raw
Sunlight and frozen stills
Preserved forever in the mind.

Time to fly in the world created
Of itself. To lose myself in
Thoughts that could never be confined
To pentameter. See the effect there?
All hyperbole of course. And that one?

Endless circles of reflection, pushing back
And simultaneously creating new
Frontiers. I promise next time
There will be rhyme to please the ear
And charm the sounding of your fear.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First ever.

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