Bare branches against grey sky.
A brittle wind blows your cold breath
and I don't miss it.
And I do miss it.
Curled up on the sofa,
face to the wall eyes squeezed tight
sleeping away the remembering
of all the times I didn't try.
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Published in Right Hand Pointing 2016
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Oooo...that last stanza!
So real, I can see it and I can feel it. Great writing *
Wow. Beautiful. *
love the pileup of b's--
Bare branches against grey sky.?
brittle wind blows your cold breath
and
he remembering
of all the times I didn't try.
lovely *
An evocative scene.
Very Zen. Brings to mind Kurosawa's approach to framing a scene. Enjoyed.
Thanks for reading, all!
This is so lovely, C ***
"sleeping away the remembering"
Perfectly said!
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Thanks, Rachna and Bill!
Beautiful.
Thanks, Kitty.