Thoughts of you are
warm sun rays through
wintry windows
I touch the glass
and my fingers flinch
at the cold pane.
Thoughts of you are
warm sun rays through
wintry windows
I touch the glass
and my fingers flinch
at the cold pane.
Tags: cold, DVerse, fingers, flinch, hands, illusion, poem, poetics, Poetry, reality, sad, warmth, winter
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Lupita Eyde-Tucker is a bilingual poet and translator raised in New Jersey and Guayaquil, Ecuador. She is the winner of the 2021 Unbound Book Festival Emerging Poet Award, the 2019 Betty Gabehart Prize, and in 2018 was selected as an AWP Writer to Writer Mentee by poet Maggie Smith. In 2022 her poetry manuscript, "Eucalyptus," was a finalist for the Andrés Montoya Prize from Letras Latinas. The manuscript explores her Sephardic Jewish ancestry and bi-cultural heritage.
Lupita holds an MFA in Creative Writing - Poetry from the University of Florida, and has served as a staff scholar at Bread Loaf Translators Conference since 2021. She is a Vermont Studio Center Fellow and has received generous institutional support from Bread Loaf Writers Conferences, the Kentucky Women Writers Conference, and New York State Summer Writing Institute.
Lupita translates poetry from Spanish and is currently translating Venezuelan poet Oriette D'Angelo. She loves visiting the beach with her children, volleyball, word games, black and white film photography, dancing, darkrooms, road trips, and trains.
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There is a whole story behind this–you’ve encapsulated a relationship in few words. Bravo.
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Such power in the brevity of your lines 🙂
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In the cold winter we must find our warmth where we can. You said so much with so few words, and an excellent take on the prompt.
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What a wonderful contrast of warm and cold ~ Love the short and snappy lines ~
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NICE. Holy cow. This is pithy, and profound.
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That flinch from that cold pane said a lot! Excellent!
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I admire your ability to condense a story! Illusions of love…can be a simple matter of hot vs. cold.
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The cold and warm, the separation.. It’s all there, a strong metaphor
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So much said in a few words. I like this, Lupita!
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Lupita, I can really deeply feel this one.
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Ah.. yes..
i.. too..
remember
panes of
windows..
so opaque
and cOld
into the
world of
wArm
touch iN
connecting Love..:)
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