another summer lost
open the windows and let cold air in
infiltrating your comfort zone and chilling
your most heated and desperate thoughts
I know not what raises your condition
bringing your ideas to simmering boil
followed by mind-numbing afterburn
I’ve spotted your face in the passing clouds
sliver of a silver moon peek-a-booing
songbirds praising your inner beauty
although impossible to keep you close
I’ve kept your photographs frozen in my mind
turning them into moving pictures
this cold air is bound to heat up again
meanwhile I huddle inside heavy blankets
waiting for winter solstice to show
july two thousand seventeen
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Beautiful words🙂 Great vivid poem👍
oh thank you very much 😊
So beautifully penned… The fourth stanza is so evocative and moving (photographs can have powerful effects over us, right: frozen moments… wishing you a great day! 😀
Glad you enjoyed this poem, Amalia. Thanks so much and likewise.
So much to like! I was caught by the frozen photos.
Thank you so much – I appreciate your visiting here and sharing your thoughts on this piece.