Monday, December 19, 2011

winter sketch


I can cross the threshold, but angry shadows can not slip pass through the keyhole labyrinth. Savoring a kiss that steams up our glasses, two bookworms, we miss so much, except to remain embrace-ably warm before we take up our quills to dot another i. So, we clean our lenses and start over, in this drafty barn, a place to hang our hearts.

image: Lee Friedlander, 1966

6 Comments:

Blogger Dave King said...

Tasty, very tasty. Like this very much.

12/20/2011 4:10 AM  
Blogger Doc FTSE said...

Neat interpretation of a tricksy prompt.

12/20/2011 8:45 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

In just three lines you managed to tell a great story ...

12/20/2011 11:10 AM  
Blogger Jinksy said...

Steamed up glasses tell a wonderful story of their own - bu not as good as the one you gave us...:)

12/23/2011 1:34 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Taking my glasses off to wipe the steam...

12/23/2011 3:24 PM  
Blogger Blog Princess G said...

It sounds like they're not missing the important things.

Merry Christmas, Phil... xoxoxo

12/24/2011 5:45 PM  

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