Strips of Warmth

You lived your life in empty shades

Apollo hasn’t used his chariot 

There were stars

but despite what they all say,

stars aren’t always enough to light your way home.

You’ve kept your head down

Used to the loneliness

The calm, and the cold

Curl up to trap the little bit of warmth you still have

There used to be wind

Wind that came in small gusts

that ruffled your hair and slid over your skin

but it was always cold.

It brought prickly sand, and you burrowed your head even more.

When warmth comes in, you are astonished at the feeling.

You take a peak, and stare as strips of orange, pink and yellow 

gets painted onto your skin

You lift your head and look.

There comes the sun, 

and with it, goes the darkness. 

Author's Note

Inspired by this image: http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u8/hemi1hemi/COLOR/tumblr_mqnm2mxX2Y1s6lvnuo1_500_zps0e4df8fa.jpg

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Hello. Thank you for your entry into the Picture Poem This Contest. I enjoy the read, understanding the message in it's entirety. There is a little mistake I picked up "...that ruffled your hear and slid over your skin..." (hear) should be hair, I believe. It's a fine write and I'm glad you were inspired by my chosen image!