Wednesday, December 19, 2012

The First Snows - 3WW

Thom writes:
Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.

Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.

To link up with this week's Three Word Wednesday *click here*

This week's words:

Echo; Hardship; Softly


The First Snows

Your echo persists
despite the baffles hardship
erects around me.
I thought I mattered
to you. How softly you spoke
to me as you said
things like flakes of snow
falling on my red tipped ears,
secrets I must keep
even though I know
others can hear the whispers
you have left behind.

December 19, 2012 4:42 AM





14 comments:

  1. Whispers can be so weighty they make the strongest leaves drop..i love the red tipped ears..in combination with the photograph..and made me think of foxes skittering around..

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  2. Your writing today feels like a dark winter day. So sad.

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  3. Lost love is bad enough, without whispers as to why falling on others ears. Touchingly sad.

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  4. i am glad i stopped by today, that is such a lovely poem Christopher.
    my response; i hear you.

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  5. But of course you mattered
    In that secret moment
    And those others
    Well
    They mattered too
    When the moment was theirs

    Cheers!
    JzB

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    1. I love it when poets can dash something off and start conversations that way.

      The Affair

      Love pops up like seeds
      make seedlings, the delicate
      green of them. The best
      thing about weeds when
      they are brand new is that green
      all across the drab
      of empty earth beds.
      Love pops up unexpected
      like it did between
      you and me, unwise
      and really hard work after
      all that life changed things.

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  6. Whisper echo
    silent beckening my me
    To twist twist twist
    Mangle my me
    Creating knots of memories
    Hitch butterfly noose sailor
    These are all efective
    At some times
    But a noose poorly applied
    Where a bow would be
    Nice
    Wont work
    At times
    Many infact
    echos have more power
    Then screams
    But then again
    at times they affect beauty

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  7. I really like this.

    Just a suggestion: I find the highlightling of the prompt words distracting.

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    1. I highlight the words because I have a thing about rules and I want to find the words in the work I read. Sometimes that is not easy and I quit reading. I highlight the words exactly because I find their disappearance in all the others distracting. I try to forestall that because I know there is at least one other person who would feel the same.

      There is no pleasing everyone.

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  8. A sad but moving poem. It is hurtful when you have mistakenly believed someone cared for you and they don't.The worst part is the endless self cross examination until the penny drops and you realise that people lie and very convincingly too!

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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