I wake way too early
Age defies long sleeps
Morning light glows over the small frozen pond
Trees and weeds glistening
I see from my room
Memories of thick ice
I long for my youth
When healthy muscles gladly shoveled away
Creating smooth patches
Enticing skate blades
Swishing among others
Speed, spills and laughter
Hearing happy sounds that no longer exist
Alone to remember
Silent tears falling
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Sue Spitulnik 
02/15/2021 at 17:13
My word, this is an emotional rollercoaster.
A beautiful piece, Sue.
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02/15/2021 at 17:31
Thanks Ann
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02/15/2021 at 19:30
The chill of icy emotions expressed superbly!
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02/16/2021 at 08:24
Sue, this is a poignant piece that all of us can relate to. This image released some strong reflections. So moving. ❤
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02/16/2021 at 08:35
Thanks Colleen
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02/16/2021 at 08:36
You’re so welcome. Thanks for joining in. What do you think of the form? Does it flow for you?
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02/16/2021 at 09:25
I’m not well versed in the specific forms. This is fun because it’s a challenge. I do think the 11 syllables tend to turn into a sentence but that’s okay.
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02/16/2021 at 09:54
Writing is also a vehicle for grief. Go gently into your sorrow, move fluidly to where you morn. For memories of yester years can still raise a smile to sit with you your life long. Xx
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02/16/2021 at 13:01
Thanks Ellen.
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02/16/2021 at 13:04
💚💛
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