Winter Morning To-do List
You will grow old and die but first, today, you must press a palm to the frosted window and burn an absence there in the shape of your hand, using nothing more than the mere fire of your existence.
I really like the central image in today’s poem. The absent hand on the frosted window strongly evokes childhood for me. And its invocation of fire near the end is reminiscent of the final line of last week’s poem, so it felt right to post them back-to-back.
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Chat again soon,
~ A
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It's snowing where I am today, so this is the ideal companion to the view out my window. I love this, and am a little in awe of your ability to sketch so much with so few words. Very inspiring.
This one's lovely! I might cross-post this to A Poem A Week at some point. I love the central image.