The Abandoned House in Winter

For Real Toads – Today while driving through the country, I spied an abandoned house. The snow is almost gone but still, it froze the blood in my veins. http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/12/micro-poetry-fire-and-ice. I am also posting this on Poets United, Poetry Pantry.

The Abandoned House in Winter
The white sky –
The unbroken snow on the ground –
The sepia trees behind the abandoned house
outlined in dark brown like a drawing by a child –
I have never seen such a cold looking place –
So desolate –
Bare black trees in the foreground –
Windows defeated and blank –
So cold so cold –
The fire on the hearth went out years ago

Quadrille #6

Today at dVerse Pub is Quadrille Monday. We are to write a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title from the prompt word Grace gave us today: “twist”.  Come visit us today.  The poems are short but can be intense.  Come visit and read!  https://dversepoets.com/2016/04/18/quadrille-7/

Reality Served Shaken

At the Life Bar
Perched on a high stool
staring into the mirror
behind the bar,
I can’t see me at all.
All I can see is my mother
disappearing into the
Dementia Mists – I didn’t order but was
served bitters with a twist.

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