Written for: dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: The Blizzard of the Self
(posted by Sanaa)
"For Today’s Poetics, I want you to become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January. Feel free to go dark and philosophical or perhaps even write a story poem like Whiteman. I look forward to seeing what you come up with."
Dog awakes at 6:00 am
ready for a day of mayhem.
All around me is darkness
I attempt to dismiss.
Doggie play time brings dawn
Coffee is no longer warm.
Cold rushes in when I let her out
My sycamore is bare; the wind shouts.
The sun hides, makes itself scarce,
Color is muted, no green trees or grass.
I turn around, it's time for dinner
Outside my window, it's already dimmer.
Winter sports are not my thing
I am hoping for an early spring.
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