You say they’re a beautiful sky blue—
the pills
that may slow your tumors.
You take the sky
into your body
with your morning tea.
I imagine you
in today’s snow, making angels
as we did when small—
____ice-crusted fringe of tree-tops,
____glint of winter sun, the dazzling
____light
____everywhere.
Jennifer L. Freed mostly writes poems, which have appeared in various journals and anthologies. The above was originally published in The Worcester Review (at 57 words), but someone inspired her to see if she could trim it and send it here. The above-mentioned pills worked for about ten months. See more at jfreed.weebly.com.
Sad. Lovely. Sharp. So very nice to see your work again.
– BT
What BT said, lovingly sad, poetic, beauty in grief.
Thank you to both of you.
Powerful. Love the imagery!
Every word is perfect. Absolutely gorgeous!
Thank you, Joan and Casey.
Love this. Beautiful description :)
I look forward to every one of your stories, Jennifer, and I’m never disappointed.
This is the type of writing that brings a tear to my eyes. Wow.
I thought this was supposed to be a website with 50-word stories. This is clearly a poem. The website should be renamed “50 word writing” so it wouldn’t be misleading.
Lovely, and who ever said a poem can’t be a story?