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.
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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
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..
ReplyDeleteYour writing today feels like a dark winter day. So sad.
ReplyDeleteLost love is bad enough, without whispers as to why falling on others ears. Touchingly sad.
ReplyDeletei am glad i stopped by today, that is such a lovely poem Christopher.
ReplyDeletemy response; i hear you.
But of course you mattered
ReplyDeleteIn that secret moment
And those others
Well
They mattered too
When the moment was theirs
Cheers!
JzB
I love it when poets can dash something off and start conversations that way.
DeleteThe 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.
The end of a love affair so sad
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, actually...
ReplyDeleteWhisper echo
ReplyDeletesilent 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
Good to see you here, my friend.
DeleteI really like this.
ReplyDeleteJust a suggestion: I find the highlightling of the prompt words distracting.
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.
DeleteThere is no pleasing everyone.
Oh, I felt this.
ReplyDeleteA 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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