Bleak Reality



Frosted white and snowblind…

My eyes glowed like pearls

reflected in the bone white ground…

And, with hope dancing just

out of reach…

The majestic beauty of the newly frosted ice,

shared its bleak refrain with all

those around…

Dancing and

Breathing a tremulous note…

only equal to the atonal



in my tired…

but still persistent…



David L. Whitman 12/31/2012 one foot in the past…


12 thoughts on “Bleak Reality

  1. Mr. David, I wish you, your family & friends a wonderfully joyous and healthy, safe, fun Happy New Year….See you right back here next year….Namaste.

  2. Very beautiful poem, David!
    I wish you a 2013 with inspiration, good health, much love and prosperity!
    With respect and friendship, Stefania! 🙂

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