Cinderblock Château
Photo credit: Scott Cain "cinderblock château"
The cinderblock château
Surrounded by snow
Waits for consideration
In a moment of contemplation
It’s purpose lost
Among hills of frost
Each drift on air slither
Only to disappear and wither
Their shared winter blue
Blows snow on the insides too
Amid the castle keep
And hearts that weep
So, where do poems come from? This verse was inspired by an attempt to describe my motives and state of mind. It began while taking photographs of an old abandoned building. This short blurb, my description of the moment: The cinderblock Château. At least that is what I am calling it. I am not sure if it’s original purpose. However, I found interest in the two snow drifts that surrounded it. I took some photos and I wondered if it was worth the hike through the knee deep snow to get to it. The location was cold and dismal. It matched my emotions on my insides. I know I’m not alone on this feeling. And I feel for you if this is true on your insides as well. My intellect has no doubt it will pass, but my heart weeps with the loneliness before me. There’s so much to say of this day and shodenfraud is simply not my way.
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