Cindy emailed me the poem I typed this for her at the Canoga Park Art Walk this past week.

I think it is amazing how the photograph mirrors the actual poem.

Below, you can find the text version of the poem, if you can’t read the picture. Part of me really wants to reorganize these line breaks, but I guess you will just have to wait and purchase the “Typewriter Poetry” collection once I finish editing it πŸ™‚

prompt: “winter kisses”

Most people can’t stand the cold. But we
move in circles around each other,
unafraid of chilled, winter kisses
and dark blue skies made of ice.
We wrap our bodies close
like raincoats ready to conquer the world.


Tammy · August 27, 2011 at 5:53 AM

I really like it. The line breaks are fine but I might play with the last sentence a bit more – the conquer the world part.

Francina · August 3, 2012 at 12:58 AM

beautiful, B πŸ™‚

john clinock · August 29, 2012 at 8:54 PM

cold lips on cold lips = volcanic heat…

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