A spontaneous riff off a six word story led three strangers from around the world to write this little piece. I hope you enjoy meeting Nicole Bohnask & Gerry Hanna as much as I did
Our cold bed whispers your name
relentlessly reminding me of your absence
I turn to ice without you
the fire long since unwillingly extinguished
I mourn alone among dying embers
awaiting Death’s final welcome cold embrace
my arms still reaching for you.
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Three poets, one image
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It’s wonderful.
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Thank you! It was wonderfully organic and spontaneous
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