no leaves
just confusing
patterns
etched on glass
through frost
or freedom
that fine line
blade-red
scored
on whitest skin
just your truth
lying on
blank ground
blinded
yes. leave
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forget me now 
It wasn’t a prompt, Janet, just an experiment placing real and surreal together as a reflective mirror thing. And the delicious icy opposition of “no leaves” versus “yes, leave” …
It began when i scraped off gorgeous ice patterns from my car .. they were frozen hieroglyphics and I was awed by Natural truth.
In contrast, my last disastrous relationship was infused with the opposite so this became a slightly bitter recognition poem (hence the title) …
I chose the list/headline format to enable readers to re-arrange any/everything according to their own mood .. cold-snap-imagery and thought kind of thing … is this making any sense at all? lol
In any case, i’m very, very happy if you enjoyed! Thank you so much for your wonderfully supportive comments … i get overly self-critical at times … *wry grin*
Is this one of those community prompts, Shell? I think I understand the concept, because it works beautifully no matter how I read it..:) Outstanding – from my point of view, but this is a cold call.. ;>
this is definitely one that had a distinct voice … it teased me right up to clicking that publish button *grin … your amazing comment has touched me deeply, Ario .. thank you *everso smiling here*
Music and imagery just interact perfectly here.
I keep coming back to this. It’s heart-stopping.