"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Love the way you have used spaces and periods here, like a hesitant mind being ghosted. And that wi(n)dow adds a great point.
The longed-for ghost. The snow, the blur of falling flakes is a good analogy for the loss of someone dear, and the yearning to see through the veil.
I love this, Grace. It reminds me of Cathy outside the window on. The internal line breaks and punctuation break the poem up, like a ghost disintegrating. I particularly love 'tree shadows creak'.
I liked the phrase "ghosting my mindof what was". Separating some of the words by framing them with periods made them stand out.
The tree shadows and the wind...the noises do come alive!
This is absolutely stunning a write, Grace!❤️ Especially love "ivory crowns the land-scape to sands of blue crystals."❤️
"tree shadows creak" took me for a walk in the woods after an ice storm! Great write, Grace.
Especially love these words:tree shadows creak .shushhh.ghosting my mindof what was .is.brittle trees clicking on windows....when I would be alone in our country house in Iowa, in the midst of a snow storm, that sound would be very disconcerting! Your poem brings back that sound!
You blew the socks off the prompt, Grace. Snow as specter, imagery coming and going, the abstract art of ice on the windows and very creative spacing; a delightful read.
Some wonderful lines here .. love tree shadows creak .... and the spaces, periods and line breaks very innovative
The spacing and forced pauses that it causes are clever. Gorgeous visual treats in this one.
This is excellent. Between your and Bjorn's q's, I am just totally blown away. I love the ghosting of sounds and snow, figures.
Amazing! The window of what was and what is.
Nice! And reminds me how cold the weather here too is.Happy Valentine's Day!
This is hauntingly beautiful...
Delightful and haunting - the snow and the window, the two sides. Wonderfully done.
ooooh. the word choices, the cuts and spaces, and then final line. haunting. so good.
blazing inferno inside this wi(n)dowFantastic play on words. Blazing physically at the window can be discerned but blazing inside a widow full of desires may not be apparent!Hank
What can be scene in something not so serene can shine on the inside
I felt the struggle in this.
Love phrases of "ghosting my mind" and the "blazing inferno inside this widow".
lovely poetry, Grace :)
wonderful narrative and play between in and out.
i can almost see and breathe in that space of silence.reminds me of myself, watching dusk fall outside the window (i love writing while i'm watching day turn to night).
A unique play with time in the visual of "ghosting my mind of what was .is."
I learned a new word -- susurration. I always love when a poem makes me look up a word. Nice take on the prompt.
Wi(n)dow is a clever touch
Bjorn expressed so well what I want to say. You could easily repost this to the expressionism prompt--it creates such atmosphere.
the breaks and punctuation that you have cast throughout the piece, give pause ... to great effect.
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