the murmur of an ice cold heart
beats to the rhythm of decay
dehydrated dreams die
withered in February’s wind
tears will never nourish
For Frank Hubeny’s “Meeting the Bar” prompt. The theme is brevity, specifically to write a poem with no more than 5 lines. There’s still time to join in over at dVerse Poets Pub.
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mishunderstood 
Powerful, especially in light of Wednesday’s happenings.
Thank you, Victoria ….and yes, that laid heavy on my mind for this write, as it did for many of us.
I love the dehydrated dreams that die in spite of tears.
Yes…if only tears could bring them back.
Yes!
Good description of the consequences of an ice cold heart. Interesting idea in the last line of tears potentially nourishing under better circumstances.
Thank you, Frank. I was thinking of how many tears are shed after such tragedies and wishing they could nourish these innocent souls back to life. If only it was that easy.
Succinct and expressive.
Thank you so much, Rosemary.
That ice-cold heart causes so much misery
Yes it does….senseless acts. We have to change hearts before they get so cold.
such dry cold in these lines Mish- seasonally apt and up to the moment of murderous happenings
Thanks for reading, Laura and for this thoughtful comment.
Yes. The dried-up dreams and the roses that will never bloom. Poignant images. I can see why you could not choose a title.
I feel coldness personified here.
Thank you for that comment, Imelda. I think that coldness as well as grief are so powerful… sometimes they become entities of their own.