Darling, are you still awake?
And will you venture
out with me
Into the tumult of
a night
Stark still with frigid clarity
Where breath
hangs frozen and our step
Creaks loudly in the bitter
cold
The giddy flame
upon the hearth
Invites us from our midnight stroll
But we decline its luring grin
To listen to blue
solitude
Ignite a fire
deep within
Akin to passions of our youth
…darling let’s practice if we can
The thrill of being young again
© Janet~
I love the idea of the night being "stark still with frigid clarity." Well done!
ReplyDeletethis is great, Janet! I love the older 'darlings' doing what they feel, and choosing thrills and passion, together.
ReplyDeleteYou weave quite the fabric with this one, Janet. Romantic and passionate.Very nice!
ReplyDeleteI had a sudden urge to check in to the Linky list and now I know why.
ReplyDeleteI like the scene you paint and all that is implied, as well as said, by the speaker. Even with the words bolded I was drawn in to the point I forgot this is a wordle poem.
Lovely, Janet.
What a sweet and loving poem.
ReplyDeleteAn invitation beyond love a deeper,more spiritual love that
goes above the body.
A joy to read your poem at
this time on this night.
thank you.