When Poppies Weep

Susan E. Kane, July 5, 2014, taken while walking to the tram station, Bern, Switzerland.

Wednesday Words: Ode to Frozen Wastelands

Source: ckgd2

Pearls of Ice,

Riding on arrows of wind,

Slicing through the fragile

Fabric of tolerance, endurance.

Stirring the not-so-creamy snow:

Clearing the driveway

Or

Calling for a cab ?

Harsh decisions, harsh reality,

Harsh winter.

For my sister, Mary

Source: Wikipedia, CS Lewis, and my sister

Again, many thanks to Delores   for the bold underlined words.  Looking at the photos of her poor hubby carving through snow in his driveway and hearing my sister Mary's message on my answer machine:  my inspiration for the ode above.

Please click on the unfrozen stream on the right sidebar to access other participants in her Wednesday Words experience.  

Delores at myfeatherednest posted some Wednesday Words yesterday.  I wrote something in the comment section, and felt silly afterwords.  The words deserved something more, which Delores wrote today.  Simply lovely.

That in mind, I wrote this today.  Hopefully, it will be better.

Source

Richard ran his fingers lightly along the piano, willing himself to ignore the pain in fragile arthritic fingers.  Had it been so long ago? 

Peeling away the memories of hours spent in solitude at this piano, Richard recalled the joy, the utter joy at playing such a magnificent piano.  

Genius…that was what they called me, then.

The first chord sounded and Richard willed his hands to play the classics once more.