winter window

the frozen sun casts its image
on the glass as if inside a mirror
as if unaccustomed to dusk

it changes what can be seen
and also what can not—
the outlines dissolve into air

is that a story or a dream
that appears misted in breath?–
a shadow of nothing

Sanaa at dVerse introduced the line messaging poem, where the last lines of each stanza form their own poem. I’m not sure mine is really a message, more like a stray thought.

Off prompt for NaPoWriMo.

34 thoughts on “winter window

  1. Like the B&W (not that dislike color), but refreshing image. Maybe that old hot/cold media notion – this being more hot because our imagination needs to participate more than if it were color. Or maybe, just me, today.

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