quarrel
photo by grafixar
image from morguefile.com
quarrel
like a rush
of arctic wind
that scuttles over
a winter pond
dusting hoarfrost on reeds,
we sat, stiff , cold
as strangers
no words, no words pass between us today.
no words, no words she said.
revised 07/12/08
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Publishing Note :
1. First published on this blog 18th Nov 2009.
2. Submitted for the Movingwords poetry competition 2011
3. Re-post for Poets Rally Week 61, 29th Jan 2012.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
Labels: love, lovesongs, Poetry, Thursday Poets' Rally
10 Comments:
You have so aptly described a quarrel...the frost that covers and divides...although a painful subject matter this is a beautiful poem.
sometimes, no words is better than words of rudeness.
powerful expression.
The "no words" phase is hard. The way we just have to stop talking for a while and this coldness is rather painful. Running out of argument, regretting, waiting for the emotions to pass. Those poor reeds. :D
Susie,
yes, it's a painful subject matter, but i guessed the poem turns out quite well.
thanks for your comment. :)
Taylor,
hmm, maybe more words could worsen the situation. :)
thank you!
Raven,
:D
poor reeds!
i was looking for images that could describe the mood.
at that time, the words couldn't come. it was in the mind, but it couldn't leave the lips. i guessed it was the same for her.
crip and stunning words...
thank you, Ashok. :)
you never stop amazing me. Good write
:)
Thanks, ZQ!
loved this!
Thank you, magiceye!
how have you been? i am very busy with work lately. :)
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