"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
~Dead Poet's Society~
October 04, 2010
The Cold
I've never shunned a winter day And feel I never will But last year when I rode a sleigh There came a bitter chill
An apparition cold as hell Crept quick into my vein And just as I thought all was well My freezing soul was slain
4 comments:
Slain by a sleigh... did you do that on purpose?
John, I love this clever little piece of art. I feel haunted by the cold now. And now inspired to begin a winter poem. Hmm...
Wow, really good. I wrote a winter poem some days ago, too. The winds of autumn bite me and reminded me of winter.
I liked your poem and the painting.
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