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Sunday, February 5

abaft




This is
Where the far end of the snowstorm gets
This is
Where we are not adapted
And no heating is enough,
for most have none
This is
A place to swim, sunbathe
And wear cardigans at the most.
Not a place to shiver and freeze
Where scarves and thick socks
 do not do their deeds
Because it gets deep
 into the bones till
 we get stuck
and paralysed.
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A Measure of Winter by

 

5 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

The words express the image very well. A place I would like to explore, but only if the path to escape was obvious.

Brian Miller said...

dulce...this is a perfect verse...evocative, mysterious...gets into the bones and we are paralyzed...love that...and great pic too...

ayala said...

Nice and perfect verse...lovely!

steveroni said...

COLD?

WARM?

STUCK in the deepness?

You express yourself well, my dear Dulce

Thank for keeping the good stuff coming.


Something new this afternoon??? Hmmmmm? Something 'diverse"?

I'll check back later. Meanwhile, "Steady as she goes...."

PEACE!

(NOTE: This was NOT my favorite--but good...GOOD!)

Dulçe ♥ said...

C'mon peep- don't be shy- admit it, sometimes you do not like my poems... If you did like them all I'd find it suspicious (?)

BUT I am always thankful that you comment, my dear friend- that's what matters!
:-)

Thanks Brian
Anthony and Ayala for your kind words

See you later

Peace and love to you all

D.