Trapped

A shadow dims the shimmer of sunshine

warming through my window.

I squint outside

to see a flurry of hawthorn blossom,

swirling on the breeze

in glorious affirmation of spring.

I am reminded of

snow globes of distant youth

except that now

I am the one

behind the glass.

◄ No One Comes

Hope ►

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jennifer Malden

Wed 8th Jul 2020 15:36

Agree with Poem, very clever imagery! Enjoyed this.

Jennifer

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Paul Sayer

Tue 7th Jul 2020 18:21

Very clever Trevor

Po

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Trevor Alexander

Tue 7th Jul 2020 17:49

Thanks guys. Yes Leon, All the extra time on my hands and no inspiration!😕

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Tom

Tue 7th Jul 2020 17:23

I really enjoyed this Trevor

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LEON STOLGARD

Tue 7th Jul 2020 17:03

Neat'n'sweet Trev-long time no see?


L.S,

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 7th Jul 2020 14:40

This is a pleasing "refresher" in what makes poetry delightful.
A combination of observation and association with a personal
situation that works well. Good one!

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