..
We breathe the cold,
snapped against silence;
the blue seeps into our bones.
We raise our limbs
to a cracked-open sky,
the clouds like overlapping stones.
..
wordled.
..
We breathe the cold,
snapped against silence;
the blue seeps into our bones.
We raise our limbs
to a cracked-open sky,
the clouds like overlapping stones.
..
wordled.
Tahoe?
Not yet. July. But always, in my dreams. 🙂
This poems feels like big beautiful blue sky.
We breathe the cold,
snapped against silence;
the blue seeps into our bones.
A severe weather can come unexpectedly!
Hank
Another very cool piece. I picture them fighting before they sleep and perhaps the coldness reflected by the outdoors. But the blue seeping in is like the morning seeping in. Hard to get up after maybe no so good asleep but their is warmth between them now, literal and figuratively.