The monkey,
big eyed and nervous,
is clutched hard
for comfort,
its fur warming a cold hand
as market shouts fade.
The cold stayed.
I felt it today
in a kiss
that struggled
to comfort when words shrivel
into silent pain.
But the child,
in the photograph,
has some hope
as he pleads
for a gentle wordless love
as the cold seeps in.
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WoW! The cold in the kiss. Riveting write. Thanks for sharing with One Shot.
Stopping by from One Shot. Very riviting words.
Children are so forgiving and accepting. Interesting insight…
A great contrast. The hard edge comes through in the structure too. A kind of mental shiver is my reaction, and I think you did well to cause it.
This makes me smile, as my daughter wanted me to bring long pants and a sweater to her before she would get out of bed this morning. And it was only maybe 65 F in the room.
It got up to 92 today, yikes. I miss Canada as summer sets in here.
Mysteries in this poem, and I like that.
mmm…shivers at this one…the cold slowly overcoming…