A Child's Amaze

amaze, cold amazement those faces i saw as a child those faces that can still trap me between the lines of their scowls with mere recollections those cold cold faces that seemed to have come out of er somewhere a torture chamber? a lonely prison? disappointment land? i did not know hell, too young to know wonder who first coined cold as hell could hell be cold anyway? well then i did not know much about fridge either in backward borneo 40 years back the coldness of people's faces racked the mind and dissettled a budding heart mored used to cajoles and warm embraces i still see men with cold cold faces, demeanor hell, ice, fridge have become overused, redundant words to describe such poor souls i picture them as homo sapiens who carry an arctic with them and wonder how they could make friends and warm them up cold cold people with cold cold faces who could cut deeper to the bone than ice and snow inspired by A Child's Amaze SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy, I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements, As contending against some being or influence. Walt Whitman