Wind in the Ice Caves

Rain ©2010

Rain ©2010

Wind in the Ice Caves

Wind blows round

 my empty heart

Spreading through

all the ice caves.

Wind chilling

even Passion’s fire.

Wind not stopping.

Wind dispersing

My emotions.

Up, down, around

The stalactites.

Breathing into

Every vein.

Wind chilling (champagne)

in the ice caves

Of lost Love.

Bits chip off.

Quiet.

Melt

into

Nothingness.

Thread thin silence.

CRACK.

Snapped. Finished.

E n d e d.

by Janet Brugos,  Paris, France 1993

NaBloPoMo November 2014

About brugosjart

I see the world from many different perspectives. My curiosity has taken me to many countries. I enjoy learning about other cultures. I create art with texture, color and form. Most often I make mixed media artwork. I admire the creativiity of others.
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2 Responses to Wind in the Ice Caves

  1. shail says:

    I could feel that chilly wind.

    Liked by 1 person

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