I'm looking for
warmth in another.
There is no heat
in these tired eyes
and bloodless fingers.
Just me,
is like shivering
on a sidewalk
sheeted with
packed down ice.
You and I
together,
we're the embers
of an eternally
stoked fire.
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I enjoy the way you linked your fractured images together. A sensitive poem.
ReplyDeleteNice piece, Juice Box!
ReplyDeleteWell done, great contrast in the two stanzas in terms of mood.
ReplyDeleteJ.B. another great piece. Continue to hone your skills.
ReplyDeletelove this.
ReplyDeleteyou are super talented.
welcome join our poetry community, a place poets share and encourage.
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hope to see you share a poem with us at our potluck tonight.
8 hours before it is open from now.
cheers,
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