Tight winter sting
from chest to scapulae
sinks
as the hour folds.
A lone shadow
softens the snow.
(for Stately and all my poetry friends then - I mean, if you like it)
Tight winter sting
from chest to scapulae
sinks
as the hour folds.
A lone shadow
softens the snow.
(for Stately and all my poetry friends then - I mean, if you like it)
Hi Bar !... enjoyed your poem, especially "A lone shadow / softens the snow."I'm not a fan of snow nor cold and so far we've been blessed only with copious amounts of rain, but I'll think of your poem when it does, inevitably, snow
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Thank you tS! looking forward to yours!
thank you tonywalt, "scapulae" invited itself into the lines, am glad it worked for you, and that, precisely as I felt it would/could...