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 she was a finalist for the Andrés Montoya Prize from Letras Latinas. Lupita is completing an MFA in Creative Writing - Poetry at the University of Florida, and will be a staff scholar at Bread Loaf Translators Conference in June 2023.
She has received institutional support from Bread Loaf Writers Conferences, the Kentucky Women Writers Conference, New York State Summer Writing Institute, and was a Vermont Studio Center Fellow in 2022. Lupita translates poetry from Spanish and is currently translating Venezuelan poet Oriette D'Angelo. She loves visiting the beach with her chidlren, volleyball, word games, black and white film photography, 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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