Choices

By threeleafshamrock

Fri, 09 Mar 2012
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The mist, off the ocean,
weeps upon the window,
as the heavy slate-grey evening
dons night’s black cloak.

My image sharpens in contrast,
mirrored in darkness.

Rivulets run down the pane,
at least I think
it is the glass they map…

I will choose to think so.

You see...

I DO still have choices!

Chris Birrane © 2012

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Much written in a few words, Chris. They say 'less is more', and that is certainly true here; the imagery, effective and atmospheric. Much enjoyed;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by celticman on
No you don't. You just think you do!

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks Tina; glad you got the atmosphere coming across ;) Chris xx

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks Cman...well I choose to think I do :D Chris ;)