Ice and buddings

For Pete

Most lives

are ice and buddings,

but some

are frozen deep,

and ice vetoes the fragile buds.



About morselsandscraps

A retired Australian who spends a lot of time in Warsaw, and blogs as a way of life.
This entry was posted in in memoriam, photos and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Ice and buddings

  1. Lucid Gypsy says:

    We should maybe try to nurture the deep frozen ones if we can.
    Wonderfully poetic today Meg.


  2. restlessjo says:

    Back at Pisa airport. Terrible connection. Maybe just enough to send you love and hugs xxx


    • I’m honoured, and long to read about it. Hugs waiting for you on the plane, and a few hidden at home for when you arrive.


      • restlessjo says:

        Hi sweetheart! Back, unpacked and awaiting prodigal son. It was fabulous but I have entirely worn the other half out. He needs new knees, and it wasn’t even him climbing towers! 馃檪 Will try and catch up soon. Are you fit and well again?


  3. restlessjo says:

    Who was Pete, Meg? This is really beautiful. I didn’t have time to ponder this morning.


  4. Beautiful poem, Meg. It speaks truth, which is a powerful thing in a poem. I wondered who is Pete?


Please talk to me!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s