Hot & Cold – Poetics Texture

This write is submitted for Poetics Texture at dVerse Poets-Pub, hosted by Victoria Ceretto-Slotto, published author as well as writer of live2write2day blog. The prompt she presented us with is the texture in poetry.


Dry we started out this night,

frigid, lonely, dunes apart.

promise lifts our harsh distrust,

we crave red steam – spicy, hot…


Desert sand glows with lust,

locks between my lips turned moist,

silent pants, misty pleasure

fill your hunger and my thirst.


heightened tension, free to fire, when

violent shrieks pierce our ears –

it’s red… it’s red! we cringe, I shiver,

cracks and gaps start surfacing.


Blush synthetics on my breasts,

we run, no time for sweet caress.

we grab, we shake our sleeping children,

rushing into metal grey.


Your glaucous sparkle, my greens and gold,           

touch each other from a distance.

with denim prayers for whiter days,

for silent nights,

for growing old.

~Struggling with major depression has carved many wrinkles and colored hairs grey. My partner in life is devoted, but sometimes it’s too hard for him to bare; Lately we’ve been working on closing the gap, trying to build trust. The guilt I carry is at times too heavy.

Also, I live in a land filled with distrust, anger and hatred. These past few days have got “hot” – with missiles fired on our homes, making things less quiet than usual. A house – five-minute drive from us – was hit, people injured, a couple killed. My “leaders” retaliate and so on and so forth… with little hope we wait…  ~~~ News: Cease fire declared… let’s hope it lasts! …

This write is about both fronts. I do live in the desert, and the days here are dry and the nights are cold.

I hope you read, perhaps connect and comment. Thank you.

deb  ~ ~


Posted on August 21, 2011, in fear, marriage, poem, war and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. sounds so scary but you wrote beautifully I was hooked till the very last line which tells me hope is still alive ….thank you for sharing !

  2. oh debbie – i just can’t imagine how it is to live in such a land …always read about it in the newspapers but you brought the horror, the fear, the desperation alive…..this sent shivers down my spine from the first to the last line

  3. To live in war and distrust is frightening. You have captured these feelings towards the end of the poem very well.

    Hope all is well ~

  4. Hope all continues to stay on cease-fire… and that the homefronts warm in your embrace. May peace be within your hearts and home.

  5. gosh this is vivid and i imagine extrememly frightening…esp for your children to in harms way…and yes all thoughts of love making fled in the fear of the moment…you capture it well and move my heart…

  6. Hope the good news lasts, Deb! This is a fiercely magnificent write to the prompt. The swing from hot to cold does nothing if it doesn’t provide texture, depth. The journey from start to end is frightening, and I am reminded of the many blessings in my life that I may take for granted way more often than I should. A wonderful, touching share that was felt, more than you can probably imagine. Thank you

  7. Your glaucous sparkle, my greens and gold,
    touch each other from a distance.
    with denim prayers for whiter days,
    for silent nights,
    for growing old.

    A beautiful close to a powerhouse write. I agree with Tash on this, and may peace be with you.

  8. I really enjoy your writing, Deb. You’ve created texture that mirrors the pain of what you are experiencing. My thoughts are with you and all the people of your beautiful country. I cannot imagine living with that kind of fear, although it seems that fear of one sort or another pervades our world today. Shalom.

  9. Hi…. I stumbled across your page quite innocently. I write poetry and enjoy reading others too, it helps me to develop my own rhythms and keep up with the latest forms. Your poem made me forget all of that. Suddenly I was just immersed in it. It is so powerfully emotional. I live in America and am not able to fully grasp the absolute horror of what is going on in your life. There is no way for me to imagine the desolation, desperate life that it must be to wish and pray to just become older, or for a silent night. I don’t think you said but assume that you live in Israel. My best wishes for you and your lovely family. Thank you for sharing your poem. – John

  10. I cannot imagine what life must be like for your family. I think it’s too easy to feel far removed from it all, but you bring a face to reality for us. This is well done, and may peace remain in your hearts always 🙂

  11. Debbie Dawnslight

    Thank you so much – all of you – for reading, connecting and taking the time to comment. It means a lot to me.

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