White-out world
cold and stark
bleak as the day
you went away
alone in the dark
heart beating
soul freezing
night closes in
no-one to love
no-one to hold
without you
everything
comes to a halt
please will you
throw me
a rope.
A quadrille, written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #89 photo prompt.
Image credit: Oziel Goméz
The image shows an old car parked in snow. The luggage rack on the top of the car has a rubber raft on it.
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You’ve captured the feeling of poignancy so beautifully Chris. Thanks for joining in
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Thanks, Sadje! A pleasure, as always. 🙂
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Reblogged this on Keep it alive and commented:
Reblog; First in this week, a heartfelt poem from Chris. Enjoy.
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…and thanks for sharing. 🙏😊
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Always a pleasure my friend
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Brilliant evocative lines, Chris! They really paint a heart-wrenching depiction of loneliness.
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Thanks, Tom! The sight of snow always gets to me.
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My sentiments exactly, Tom!
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A very heartbreaking and poignant take, Chris
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Thanks, Shweta!
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Ouch..it gave me a punch on my stomach feeling Chris..
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Thank you, Mich 🤍
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A heart-touching poem. I throw my strongest rope to you 🤗🥰. (though I was only one weekend away 😉🤣)
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Thank you, my friend! 🙏 Hope you had a wonderful time.
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This gave a sense of lonely sadness Chris.
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Just what I was aiming for. Thanks, Radhika. 🙏
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Yet the final word as it may rhyme with nope, it can also do so with hope…👍
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So it could! Maybe there’s another verse hidden under the snow?
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This is thought-provoking. It describes loss and loneliness so well!
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Thanks, Debra! I think it worked quite well with the stranded car analogy.
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Love this, Chris. So, emotional and special. Love the song too. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Mason. 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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This is lovely, Chris, very heartfelt.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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This poem was extremely emotional and atmospheric. I like how the typography in the poem reflected its message because the short lines made it seem quite claustrophobic and tight.
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I haven’t written a quadrille before, but it seemed just right here with short, almost breathless lines.
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for some it may seem as such
as much as i find that hard to conceive
keep on the belief
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Yes, there is still a glimmer of hope.
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A desperate or subtle plea for help, Chris? It describes the feeling of loneliness to a T.
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Stranded and abandoned: a desperate situation, for the lack of a rope…
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Almost, but not quite, the same as when desperately in need of chocolate… and there’s none around! 😉
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Hahaha, yes, an urgency of need!
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the image screams cold abandonment for something once much loved and your words captured that brilliantly Chris..xx
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Thanks so much, Sally. I appreciate your compliment! 🙂
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Good job, Chris!
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Many thanks, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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How gorgeous. The words fit the image perfectly
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Many thanks!
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I love the phrase “heart breaking, soul freezing.” The words empty and desolate sprang to mind as I read this. Wonderful work, as always, Chris.
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Thanks so much, Susan 🙂
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It is always scary to think you are alone… and even when some one asks for a rope, you are afraid.
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Quite so, Jules. It might not lead to salvation.
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Ooft that packed a chilling lunch, Chris. Loved it.
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Alone and abandoned in the snow. I can imagine little worse. Pleased you enjoyed, Matthew.
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Just realised I typed lunch instead of punch. Either works, I suppose – I was having a snack at time of writing!
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I read it as punch the first time, then on re-reading I wondered if you’d dropped your lunch in the snow… and then I remembered it mid-summer in your part of the world! Too funny! 🤣
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Great take on the prompt Chris. Enjoyed the way you began and the pace throughout.
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Thanks, Jude! Hope your writing’s going well.
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Sorry for the late reply Chris. I’ll definitely tell you all about it. 🙏🏾
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You must!
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Alone and bereft…your words captured that beautifully.
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Thanks so much, Punam!
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Beautiful, Chris. Connection, so importnat. Love it. 🤗
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Thanks so much, Jeff! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Chris!
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Loved the way you captured the image in words. Alone and freezing. The last three lines are wonderful.
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Thanks so much, Kritika!
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My pleasure 🙂
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