My former self crouched
composed by every element coming
in through the broken screen
blizzard froze my hair
heaven electric pink
through the two-in-the-morning window.
Now I think loneliness is like lightning.
It is attracted to its previous victims.
Luckily solitude keeps me company.
© Anne Walsh
Pink Lightning, photo by Heidi Spidey
Poem and Dish 
Absolutely beautiful. This caught on my throat, toning my sentimentality and love of the shades we share. Thanks x
Love the photo which is perfect for the poem!
Thanks Teresa, I do take my time in selecting photos that reflect the beautiful poetry.
Ouch and wow!
Love ur comment Michele