Whistling wind coming from the north Is changing the atmosphere. No more days of warmth because The chill of winter is here. Emotions fill my heart with pain Remembering how we were. Safe, secure in you and I,
Change like this wouldn’t occur. Here you are, though, so cold to me. Icicles have formed in your heart. Looking into your eyes, I no longer see Love. Winter’s chill has torn us apart.
Aw, this is sad, Janya. Good phrasing in the opening four lines build towards the heartache. Your acrostic form is strong and fits the two word parts here. I'm blowing you our sunny days from the south, to make you warm and snug, knowing you are loved. (((Big hugs, Janet))) H x
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." ~ Albert Einstein
Post by apocalypticjay on Aug 18, 2009 13:59:21 GMT -5
I love this Janet as I love all of your poetry the depth connets with the readers relatability to the situation and its more than just emotive to me you make you reader feel the cold! Another great write!