Even lamplight cannot penetrate
the obliteration of blizzard white –
the icy absence between us.
Red was the colour of our passion,
now red is the colour of this box
words spoken in confinement
condensation blurring sensibility –
the muffled sound of ringing,
too cold, too frozen in disbelief
to hang up,
move on,
seek warmth.
(Inspired by the image supplied by Willow Poetry for her weekly challenge: What Do You See?)
The title and the poem work beautifully together, great work.
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Thanks, Bernie.
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A splendid poem V.J., moments in life parallels this box, you describe it well in very few words. Thank you for sharing.
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Enjoyed this prompt (like all your prompts.) Thanks.
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Thank you V.J.🙂
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ooo… I love this. The juxtapositon of the white/red, really works well.
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Thank you. It was a great image to work with and conjured something different from each of us.
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Yes, it certainly did!
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Beautifully done
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Thank you so much.
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