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Lonely Winter
To my left..
Two empty chairs
Dirty laundry, blue lights
And bottles of prescription pills
To my right..
A shiny new machine
One cigar, helicopters
And a bookshelf of broken dreams
I sit in the middle of my fluid environment
While melodies fill the air
I look straight ahead to find no one there
The cold air sinks in and
I shiver reaching for my cup of hot tea
The warmth flows internally as I remain
Frozen to the world before me
Two empty chairs
Dirty laundry, blue lights
And bottles of prescription pills
To my right..
A shiny new machine
One cigar, helicopters
And a bookshelf of broken dreams
I sit in the middle of my fluid environment
While melodies fill the air
I look straight ahead to find no one there
The cold air sinks in and
I shiver reaching for my cup of hot tea
The warmth flows internally as I remain
Frozen to the world before me
Published 6th Mar 2011
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22nd Apr 2011 8:48am
The poem works and the photograph works but I don't feel they work well together. The poem is very all over the place with obvious loneliness and seemingly complete lone-being whereas the photograph is about connecting through the cold, in my perception. Personally I don't think the last line packs enough punch for all the good imagery before it. You do have a way with imagery. Nice job, possibly just needs a review?
