Welcome to my Blog life in Poetry.
I am participating this week in Carrie Ann Golden ⎖s Poetry Challenge for the month.
If you would like to know more, read here
Write a poem every week on a visual prompt.
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Image by Adrian Lang via Pixabay Free Images
Still Vivid
Frozen in the twilight,
we would sit side by side,
brushing hands.
We gazed over the twinkle,
the lake, a crescent moon
greeted the violet sky.
A breeze from the conifer
ruffled your hair;
I felt your breath
on my bare thigh.
Repressing a sigh,
a premonition crept up;
our last moments together
still vivid in my mind.
©susanbauryrouchard
Angus and Julia Stone, Snow, 2018
Hugh Coltman, Stranded, 2012
My photos from May 2020
View over our meadow, Dordogne
Wild daisies in front of the house
Of course, the grass hasn’t been cut since last July.
“A breeze from the conifer
ruffled your hair;” The poem is nice, and I especially like these lines. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks Denise for stopping by.
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