the house still asleep
I go out in my night-clothes
to sit with the dog
the house still asleep
I go out in my night-clothes
to sit with the dog
blue skies but the sun
has a frosty countenance
and a nippy mood
She/her
a gendered creation
the lock, the door
he/him
the key
it turns
the key is the key
the lock waits
the lock
is turned
barrels
turning
or not
the lock
is locked
to he/him
she/her
Is locked
in
they/them
ID
ology
sheltered by the peaks
the edge of a weather front
always on the fence
from empty orbits
death jealously looks upon
life’s crystal vision
written in response to: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/01/18/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-257-ekphrastic-photoprompt/#comments
the things I will miss
the silence of roads and skies
the songs of nature
here a calm morning
whilst only half a world away
a tsunami breaks
one line of a song
feeling of uncertainty
half remembered dreams
in the dark of night
when all that can be heard is
the beat of your heart
a casement window
framing its panes sparkling frost
melting in the sun
I dream so I write ..
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