'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.
vagrant.
Sunday Whirl 188
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The inner child can get neglected in many indeed
ReplyDeleteA haunting beauty in this one...great job.
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DeleteYou 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
ReplyDeleteforgotten stumps/logs. So vivid.
A haunting freeze, of emotions, passion and maybe eventually life itself, what an expertly written piece
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Good capture of image.. Enjoyed where the words took me so quickly passed the trees, the journey to the far off horizon.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing - and rather moving - take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteWell woven interpretation of the image. Our world holds far too many neglected inner children awaiting warmth that seldom comes.
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The inner child must be kept warm and alive or the winter snow will cool desires ..
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on prompt
ReplyDeleteThey are the watchers of the wastes ....
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
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