Deep and soul-touching poem.

Sparse and cold. Froze me out. Exquisite.

Ron

Captured loneliness in a masterpiece
thanks for sharing

Hi Jude,

Hope all is going well. I really enjoyed this simple yet clever piece:)

Jen

Entering a world of solitude -- painful experience even as I read it. Placing that experience in a place void of warmth was smart writing.

Carmen

Jude
One wonderful part of your work is that you keep the reader wanting more. As always it is a joy to read. Thank you.
Antoinette

Jude, You kicked ass with this !!!!
Outrageous and I love it ,,,love it !

Great Job!
peace',
Rich Criso

Eerily romantic with just a touch of the surreal thrown in to make the imagination soar away with meanings old and new. ONly you can capture the essence of reaching out as you do. Great piece here Jude.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews you did of my work as well.

Felix

Jude,

Stunning imagery makes the reader feel the loneliness in your dynamic verse--BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

As a silhouette peered from a window

And my breath
Like a displaced spirit

Remained
My only companion


Thats How I felt letting that monkey go free today....totally lost and sorry for losing a companion!!

Love Tinka

Kate sees beauty in a trash can.
But I think she is right..

Awwww... this breaks my heart! Are you sure the silhouette isn't anxiously watching out for "your" arrival, keeping that bright little candle lit as a vigil for your return?! :)) And perhaps the icicles are actually cute little fairy lights, waiting to be illuminated as if to say "Surprise!" when the person spots the longed-for face? Sorry, don't mean to be facetious, but the starkness and sparsity, as Dawn has said, makes this a very naked write which begs some sort of desire to move in for the BIG HUG! This sooooo reminds me of the imagery of my poems Frosted Glass and The Spy Who Came In From The Cold - especially with some of the comments as well! I must be truly wonky, cos I keep reading the last 5 lines not how they is writ, as if the person inside the dwelling is being addressed as "My only companion" thus: "As a silhouette peered from a window, and my breath like a displaced spirit remained, my only companion." In my own situation, I can relate to this "isolation" in reverse... I feel so ring-fenced by love and attention, it is like a firewall round me keeping me from getting out and getting on with my life; I am gasping for breath, trying to fight my way out to the gym! :)) Lovely to be spoilt rotten, but, honestly... a girl's got things to do, after all! Think I'd take the bold approach and go knock on the door, if I were you; you might find some mistletoe waiting on the other side! And what a shame if you had perceived things all wrong, after all. Sorry, just some flash fiction goin on in my head here... powerful and intense, Jude and something which, in one way or another, we can all relate to - but usually like the sharp intake of breath before the moment of resolution, perhaps. Insightful and incisive, thank you. LOL Kate xx

I could feel the chill in this write both emotionally and physically. Fantastic write.

because of its sparse words and haunting images, this poem captures the isolation felt when another seems unreachable, locked inside an icy prison. I think I have been both people in this poem, and, having been the one inside not really meaning to chase away a spirit so filled with love and goodness and warmth, I would like to think you will pass this house again and find it well-lit and you, a welcome presence. Dawn

Splendid write on feeling despondent,
a stunning chilling write Jude!

love and peace, Carole

A chilling write about how being lonely on the inside makes the whole world outside seem icy-cold, unfriendly and bitterly exclusive of us. Some of us are solitary beings and we walk through most of our life with only our spirit and our faith as our constant companions. When we feel our spirit slump, we seem drained of our usual inner strength; the world seems so very dark and cold and our heart emptied. Often times as we attempt to change our outlook and our state of mind, we find our heart is guarded by barriers that are difficult for us to break down, even for the love of self. Feeling estranged, even from our self, the light can seem so very far away. Excellent write of desolation, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

poignant read

Jude,
Chilling to the bone. When the fire dies one can attempt to rekindle it or start another. Well written.

Now this kool
the loneliness of it all
Excellent write

William .....Peace

What a thoroughly cool and sinister write:-) Enjoyed it tremendously.

You set the mood for this piece perfectly. All those icicles, like sharks teeth. Chilling. ~ Sara

The chill is only outdone by the mastery of your word. Excellent write Robert

The lonely isolation voiced in this poem is the most powerful I've ever read! It made me image a sculpted ice scene, hoping it is not copied from reality.I'm chilled...Brrrrrrrrr... Superb work as always!

Love,
Eileen

I had a very similar few paragraphs in my last-released novel, the wintry dwelling being a sod house in Nome, Alaska and the skull and crossbones of a caribou with the cranium still attached gave a warning message just like your barrier of icy thorns. The silhouette peering from my sod house is Raven Seven Dreams, matriarch soothsayer who reads the caribou scapula in a divining fashion. Thanks, Jude for this companion to mine.

Sage