Photo by mark soetebier: https://www.pexels.com/photo/log-cabin-on-snow-covered-ground-near-rocky-mountain-11378602/
words,
they make their lodging in cabins in my snowy head.
words,
at times, they look scrupulously delicious and definitely indelibly delightful
words,
at other times, they look awfully morose and unforgiving and inauspiciously dressed
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (5)
Lovely alliteration and such vivid imagery- the towering mountain and a fresh blanket of snow create a soft safety net. But the snow begins to melt to water the emerging life and the tiny sprouts peek out between the snowy patches as the earth is bathed in the intoxicating petrichor.
Feels like a mind where language is both comfort food and storm warning. Nicely done!
The words we use, the ones we hear, and the ones that stay unsaid. I love how you show them living with us, almost encamped. It feels like being snowbound without snowshoes.
I know the feeling. There are so many times they run around in my head and where they stop? no one knows, and often, not even me.
Words, at times short and sweet, nevertheless additional depictions retain potential for an abundance of appreciation.
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