Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
How simple the words... how complex the emotion. And the frost from the image both freezes and melts upon lips seeking love.A beautiful piece!Nevine
The complexity of love laid bare in three verses... quite a feat... and beautifully accomplished...:-)love,me
Get that cold snow close to warm lips and it has to melt.
Cool :)I see you haven't lost your touch - both words and photo are lovely, as always. I've been scarce; thought I'd pop in for a quick hello. I hope you're well, Jason.
Nevine, the layers are stacked with the clouds. Like everything--clear enough on the surface, but nevertheless difficult to fathom. Thank you!PixieDust, many thanks. :) I love that about haiku. So few syllables to work with, yet really enough to expose much.Karen, :DWalking Man, the secret weapon to the cold.Terri, great to see you! I hope your writing is going well.
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