Monday, November 24, 2014

Cloudy moments

'Snowstorm' by Maurice de Vlaminck


They stand weak-kneed, altered,
the grey-blue dim fright,
tears-icicles stuck
in the tops.

Still flutter, the life pirouetting,
spills stained laughter on
forgotten stumps/logs.

Aligned to walls,
guard lifeless silence,
neglected desires’
inner child.

Considered miserable,
the final decision
postponed, passed on to
snow storming 
vagrant.

Sunday Whirl 188

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12 comments:

  1. The inner child can get neglected in many indeed

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  2. A haunting beauty in this one...great job.

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    1. Thanks for joining my blog! Cheers x

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  3. You crafted a creative scene, with such a demanding bunch of words- my favorite scene is this- Still flutter, the life pirouetting, spills stained laughter on
    forgotten stumps/logs. So vivid.

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  4. A haunting freeze, of emotions, passion and maybe eventually life itself, what an expertly written piece

    Have a good week

    Much love...

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  5. Good capture of image.. Enjoyed where the words took me so quickly passed the trees, the journey to the far off horizon.

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  6. Intriguing - and rather moving - take on the prompt.

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  7. Well woven interpretation of the image. Our world holds far too many neglected inner children awaiting warmth that seldom comes.

    Elizabeth

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  8. The inner child must be kept warm and alive or the winter snow will cool desires ..

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  9. They are the watchers of the wastes ....

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