Almost Like TV

A cliched winter peace in view,
The night, the gently falling snow,
The silence, seen by firelight;
There's nothing missing but
A product someone's voice says
I should buy, but such peace
Meets a troubled mind. She's
Called and said she won't be
Coming, news which kills
The next cliché: the couple
Underneath a blanket,
Wine in glasses at their
Hands and staring mutely
At the fire, both aglow, as it
Is, with a fiercely burning
Love.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-04 at 22:17

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