on an afternoon walk in the rain,
her thoughts fell into pools of cold water
and melting ice
Thoughts in the Rain
Tag Archives: life
Warmth
in her dreams, his warmth permeated the frigid air and melted years of indifference
A Week of Excerpts: 3
“Increasingly, he bunked off school to paint out of doors. Claude hated school. He resented being trapped inside a building and told what to do, even for a few hours a day.”
from the book, The Private Lives of Impressionists, by Sue Roe
A Week of Excerpts: 2
“I bury my face in the pillow that smells of must and damp. Its cotton slip is as cold as marble. It is only here, alone and in the dark, that I can allow those thoughts some rein. Thoughts that come from nowhere, from dreams, taking me delirious hostage. I long for sleep again, because only in sleep can I slip the bonds of what is possible and right. But as I have found so often in life, what you truly long for eludes you.”
from the book, The Tenderness of Wolves, by Stef Penney
Regret
he regretted everything,
and my heart still breaks–
because now,
he regrets nothing
Memory
memory is fluid
Faces in Objects
awake
January
her hair was made of long ice needles
and her spirit sparkled like an emerald winter forest
winter palette
snow white and soft ochre,
rusty reddish browns, steely greys
and the hard edges of the cold
Reflections
sometimes winter rays on the water reflect
all of what we cannot say
spanishwoods 