The naked trees sway with the dying wind
as I slowly creep over the browning grass.
I call your name into the light mist
wanting so bad to take your freezing hand.
People fear you and your home, but not I,
I reach for your cloak and long to see your face.
Author notes
Contest- Image Credit - http://triarubian.deviantart.com/art/The-Ice-Trees-112290841
i liked the first two lines, i think it went down hill after that though...
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended February 9, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love it...
Great take on the prompt with such wonderful imagery & so much said in so few words...
Another great write...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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Didn't seem to go downhill to me?! You got into the emotions in the last four lines- that's what poets do! G
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An interesting and most intruiging take on the picture. I think it fits well
Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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