WINTER

So pale her skin to contrast the darkened night.
Little wisps of hair shade the modest light.
I dreamed of her then, now the dream is torment.
Piteous words I write, maybe a way to vent.
Come to nothing in the scheme of love’s ferment.
To speak without thought, means nothing you gain.
Cradle her image that’s always the same.
Divided we lie over land and time.
To suffer in pain is part of the design.
Set the watch, let time escape me.
Love is not lost, only waiting to be set free.

That poem was inspired by your work and your picture. Love your writing. Thanks Matt

This is a stand alone story. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

a pleasure to read this nice story. ky

You have a talent for descriptive prose, so much so I found myself reading some of your sentences again, to enjoy them once more.

I'm writing a book at the moment and I've been pondering over my third chapter. The first two were quite descriptive, so yesterday I decided to stick a a rocket up its backside.

I introduced it with "Shut the damn door".

I recognized a need for a little rocket when i was reading this story and you delivered it by writing "Check over there."

It was a nice little jolt, one that came at just the right time.

Good for you. Well done
Wendy

The story was very well written. Good job, keep up the good work! I look forward to reading more of your work. :)

There is almost a surrealistic quality to the story that melts around gorgeous literary styling. I knew it was a winner the first time I read it. Beautifully done!

A lovely contradiction of sadness and joy, ugliness and beauty, despair and hope written softly like the snow. Beautiful.

Beautifull prose- flows well- good job

of abuse, love and justice - very very good!

lazurus, the book cover is simply stunning, thanks for that and your wonderful comment.