The Coldest Days January 26, 2013 by sarahmelone 16 empty picnic table covered in snow remembers a time she wasn’t alone winter tire tracks long in the night ending nowhere endless streetlights the coldest days spent white and alone frozen promises fill up your home AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
That’s tremendous, where did the photo come from: it goes so well with the words.
I took the photo out in front of my house last night…
Aaaah – so did the words come first and “commission” the photo, the other way round – or neither of the above 🙂
that’s what I was going for…pretty much how I feel 😦
It felt as if it was so. I hope it passes, as I am sure it will. Such a flame haired summer beauty cannot be locked in winter forever
Very bleak and contemplative…..winters lonely soul
yes, and thank you for your comments…
The cold is so palpable it almost hurt me physically. You captured the heaviness and wrote character on it.
Thank you. I’m glad I was able to convey what I was feeling.
aloha Sarah. i like the relationship you develop between your words and your image. altho the tone or your words is sombre i’d take that ability to relate well as a great positive. – aloha
Thank you very much, and thanks for stopping by.
Yea alone, wondering long nights, sad, dull, colorless remembering past experiences, woe the sense of sadness is so great, it’s palpable.
yes, those nights are difficult…thanks for reading my poem