Love Poem: World Gone Cold

World Gone Cold

~ For Dad ~


Though warm your final breath

          Kissed soft, my cheek in death

               Thru depths that stretch belief

     Are grown my wounds of grief

They weep as blood from veins

          Yet bruised, this heart remains

               And that soft breath, now old

     Has turned my world ... e'er cold.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Alexandrine - Modified" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.