Foggy mist hovers.
Murky white veil,
nature’s hide-and-seek touch.
Glacier calves, cracks sharply.
Blue tinged icebergs
float aimlessly, shrinking in time.
Numbed cold rouged cheeks.
Breath’s visible trail hangs
in cold crisp air.
I am witness.
I understand now.
Warnings of dire disaster.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse. Today we are to include the word “touch” in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Photos from our cruise some years back to Antarctica.
lillian the home poet 
How beautiful, Lill. Nature is so powerful.
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Thank you. Seeing the glaciers, this scenery, was such a powerful and emotional experience.
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“Murky white veil,
nature’s hide-and-seek touch.” – what a memorable line!
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Thank you, Laura!
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We all know… we are witness and still we do. so sad.
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Exactly.
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Amazing photos of Antarctica, Lill, and your quadrille made me shiver! My favourite lines:
‘Glacier calves, cracks sharply.
Blue tinged icebergs
float aimlessly, shrinking in time.’
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Thank you, Kim. It truly was an emotional experience to be there.
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It is so sad to see. And a disaster is coming for sure. Love your photos Lillian.
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Thank you, Grace
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Dire is the perfect word for what’s going on.
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Sadly, it is.
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Love the sound of “nature’s hide-and-seek touch” and “Numbed cold rouged cheeks.”
I think, in the end, nature will prevail.
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I hope so.
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It’s so sad. Especially for the animals who get to suffer ahead of us.
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Yes….I fear this world for our grandchildren. In many ways.
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great choice of words in this. said so much.
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Thank you, Rog.
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Hard to miss, those warnings, yet humanity seems to be blinder than ever…(Kerfe)
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Incredibly unsettling, watching our icebergs shrink, shrink, shrink. Well penned, Lillian.
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I like the description of fog like “hide-and-seek”–a playful image before the bleakness of the rest of the poem. We all know it, but to see the glaciers melting, I imagine, is very powerful–scary, too!
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Chilling, bleak, fragile… all these words came to my mind when I read where “touch” had taken your quadrillle …. yet in others’ comments to your telling words there is a sense of a caring community who would like to commit to active hope, or hope-ful action, on behalf of the future world.
May it be so…
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Very nice use of the prompt, Lillian. You trip to Antartica must have been fabulous!
Your image of breath hanging in the air reminded me of the jet streams in cold skies.
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Underscores the beauty of a sunset or a bird in flight, that we are no masters and nature is her own power and courage.
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