Frozen #poetry #winter


 

pink begonia

 

She always seemed to wear pink

like a spirited blossom

that always embodied spring

where once we sat

there is a cold covering

nothing speaks of her warmth

dawning day in starry eyes

heat of molten sunsets

her flower petals drop

I traverse this white  path

her bare footprints covered

frozen is the fabric of my tears

that fall like icicles

and I sit on our bench

waiting

alone

winters bench

 

I went far afield on the Poet’s United prompt today. I am snowed in at this beautiful getaway – so the snow covered bench and the rambunctious pink begonia stole the show which was supposed to be focused on “Fashion.”

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

21 thoughts on “Frozen #poetry #winter

  1. Fashion offers a wide berth. Your piece certainly falls within that realm. Pink is usually so perky, but you juxtapose it with a rather blue tale creating a tension that serves the message nicely.

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  2. I love the creative way you brought fashion lightly into it with her always seeming to wear pink – and that flower photo is so artsy! also like that snow covered bench – and just such an interesting poem (fabric of my tears) = need to read it again 🙂

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  3. Lovely poem again, Leslie. Pink is certainly fashionable – it’s such as warm tone, hard not to be uplifted by it the slightest bit. Beautiful begonia. It doesn’t seem to mind the cold 🙂

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  4. frozen is the fabric of my tears – such a beautiful line…all the loss and grief encapsulated so profoundly..i can’t help but think of all the people that pass by ‘us’ not knowing when it would only take a minute to help dissipate sadness…

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