shift in direction

temperature drops

wind cuts through
walls and bones

poorly insulated thoughts
perish but
at least their
final breaths
suspend peacefully
in this
frosty moment

i etch
their epitaphs
on a window  –
pain transferred
through the warmth
of each finger stroke

© Poetry from the Inkwell 2019


19 thoughts on “Shift

  1. The transference of pain…that is an interesting subject to me. Your poems, at least for me create a sense of ‘loss’ , which I interpret in a wider sense than the word may be used….and yet I see some hope in what you write….

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    1. You read my work so very well. Indeed, there is loss and hope for they are constants in my life. I bury much of myself in my words and they often have several meanings. Thank you, for your insights and feedback as it makes writing more worthwhile.


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