"Smile of Frost and Ice" and "Ceaseless Wind"

Smile of Frost and Ice

Smile of frost and ice,
poetry lines will come,
anguish will spill out
like blood and berry wine.

Juice to dizzy you;
laughter of snow and
smile of frost and ice
come your way. It feels so

dirty. There is no hint
of purity in that
carefully framed smile,
tinted with blood and hate.

It sucks to see it.
This wicked smile of frost
and ice. How it jabs
and twists like a knife.



Ceaseless Wind

Ceaseless wind,
lift my songs of pain,
scatter them like ash
on the prairie.

Make me whole
again. The prairie 
crows can sing my songs.
I will not mind.

Wanton winds,
take my broken songs 
to the riverside
and let them drown.
I need room
for new songs of hope.



Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal resides in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Nerve Cowboy, and Yellow Mama Webzine. Luis recommends St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Tuesday, February 19, 2019 - 22:16