Contradictory Abstract Nouns (Photography Challenge)
Today I’m looking at finding the warmth in coldness and the coldness in warmth. You might be thinking, Wait a minute, those aren’t abstract nouns: they are sensations: I can measure them with a thermometer. You’d think this writer would understand what an abstract noun is by now. And you would be right, if I was exploring temperature, or the weather.
warmth noun the sensation of moderate heat.
coldness noun having a temperature lower than the normal temperature of the human body
And I definitely don’t mean to be creating any confusion, but each of these words also have meanings that make them abstract nouns:
warmth noun liveliness of feelings, emotions or sympathies; ardor or fervor; enthusiasm or zeal; the quality of being intimate and attached
coldness noun lacking in passion, emotion, enthusiasm; not affectionate, cordial, or friendly; lacking sensual desire; unexcitable; imperturbable
One way I could approach this visually is through color. My net lights will actually do it for me: blink blue and green, then yellow and red. I could use temperature symbols like a snowflake, or the sun, or fire, as metaphor for the emotions.So if the lights were blinking warm colors and I used a snowflake filter, would that show the coldness in warmth and the warmth in coldness? Or is that too on the nose? Guess I’ll find out.
Today we have a title prompt “For (blank).”
The blue sky surrounding the snow-covered volcano
the gold glints of sun on the crystal clear lake in November
pulling your sweater tight as the frosty grass burns your bare feet
waving and smiling then hurrying to hide inside
the vacant stare of the confidant who keeps the uh-huh rhythm
while their fingers play a sonata of social media on their phone
the smiling face and open arms of the back-stabber
the gossip who feigns caring to dig up your dirt
the resting face interpreted as angry and stand-offish when only deep in thought
the damaged and traumatized who fears but longs for touch
shying from advances of the person most wanted to advance
a hand that reaches out when shivering with fear
pulling your walls in tighter as the fires of passion lick your feet
the raging volcano inside the silent, chilly stoicism
the blue bottle in the icebox waiting to warm the way down
Today’s open link night, so don’t forget to link up one poem you would like to share, and read, enjoy and comment on your fellow poets’ work.