Frosted Window
January 11, 2009 at 11:53 am (Poetry)
Tags: Poetry
As she sits by the frosted window
A cool breeze flows through
Tangling her dirty blond hair
Filling her flannel gown
She waits the passing of time
Screaming in silence
She is not ready to listen
Not ready to accept it
The traces are still visible
The marks on her pearly white skin
The food of life still flowing
The pain still throbbing
A fresh scar glowing
As a lifelong reminder
Of what could have been
Of what should have been
Her weeping the only sound
Warm tears in the chill
As she still waits
To accept her fate
After going to the Breathing Poetry site recommended by The Waxing Moon, I linked to Every photo tells a story where daily prompts are posted in the form of images. The image I used is here.
Nancy said,
January 11, 2009 at 3:24 pm
Bless you, Carole, for linking to my blogs and for writing this:)
P.S. As I mentioned on my blog, I really like this line “The food of life still flowing..”
Stay well, and stay warm!
Rachel Westfall said,
January 11, 2009 at 9:27 pm
What an interesting, and dark, exploration of that image. Nicely done!
Carole said,
January 11, 2009 at 10:14 pm
Thanks for your comments. It was a spur of the moment thing.
Bruce said,
July 24, 2010 at 5:43 pm
very dark poetry