Friday, December 4, 2009

Pale and cold,
I dream of the tropics
and stare at the ceiling--
winter blood test. 

2 comments:

TACParent said...

You know what would be fun ... using the first two lines as a prompt with a bunch of people. I am so sure no one would come up with what you did. Still, though, I think it would be neat to see how the poems change and differ with such contrasts as the first two lines.

Here's mine:

Pale and cold,
I dream of the tropics
Waves lapping on the shore
Taking me away ...
if only in my mind

Dymphna said...

That's a great idea and I love yours!

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