
Two photo prompts this week: the left image for WDYS and the right one for Tanka Tuesday. I decided to combine both prompts together in a text and a chĹŤka poem.
Once a home, now just a house. The noise from the past clashes with the silence of the present. The memories are held in a trunk waiting for the moment to erupt, looking for freedom.
Winter lies in each corner, the cold and dark creeping into my skin.
She knew I was coming and left me the rose and a cup of water to bring me back to the present moment.
the silence is loud winter lies in each corner the memories wait held in a trunk for so long they scream for freedom she knew I was coming back the rose and water housekeeping is imminent breath in, breath out, be present

