Tingled
You tingle me
as you fall.
Beam-fluttered,
I shiver in your
textured patterns.
You come to me
as you will,
with your silver
puffed friends
who lie, their
dark smirks
love’s rebuke.
Despite, I
runnel you,
now slinking
under crust of ice.
I thought of love between snow and weak-winter sun.
Björn is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night. Björn gives us an optional prompt:
So as an inspiration take an object or a plant (a cacti or a fish for instance) and think about how that object may symbolize affection and maybe even possession which may be part of a love relation.
Tao Talk 
Love how to think of love under a crust of ice. It sure can bind you.
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:)
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Well that was very well done…I think difficult, demanding to write…that icy finish though….a lot of good, sharp pull and play with emotions there..liked that v much..
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Ain, your feedback much appreciated <3
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There’s a word you don’t hear everyday – runnel -! How you manage to put words like that in the order you do is truly a mystery to me Lisa.
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Randy, thanks much. Think of me as a transmitter. Runnel ran up and said “use me!”
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The interactions have many manifestations…just like love. (K)
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Yes, K. They sure do
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The weak sun of winter tingles instead of giving a scorching burn. Nicely done Lisa.
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Thanks much, Dwight.
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You are welcome, Lisa.
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That is wonderful…it takes me back to snow days we had as kids…we would have a week or two at times. Walking the ice covered creeks with the rock banks full of ice sickles. Thanks for the poem…I haven’t thought of that in a long time!
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That is a very pleasant memory, Max. Glad it came back to you :)
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Your poem made me think of that…I can still see what it looked like.
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My new favourite poem of yours, Lisa, which certainly gave me tingles. I love the verbification of ‘runnel’ and the idea of ‘slinking under crust of ice’.
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Thanks so much, Kim. It’s all Bjorn’s fault.
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😊
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such an imaginative interplay between these two
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Thanks much, Laura! Can you tell I have winter on my mind (and on my body)?
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Such a wonderful take on the interaction between winter snow and ice. Love “I runnel you . . .”
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It’s actually between the winter sun and snow, but you can imagine it as you will. Thanks, Merril.
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Ugh. I must have been tired when I wrote that. I meant winter sun and snow. Sorry!
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No worries, Merril. Hope you are enjoying your Monday.
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Thanks, Li. Hope you are, too.
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Aside from the snow that never ends, doing ok, thanks!
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Lovely romance
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Thanks much, Sadje. Another one I just let have its way.
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Wonderful 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Juicy love words, Li!
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I must have been feeling it that day ;)
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Yes, I do too. It’s a tease, and an ironic contrast.
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<3
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Ooh! Brilliant, Li! I love it.
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Punam, thank you <3
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You are welcome, Li. ❤️
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