Monday, January 26, 2009

Frozen fingers desperate to appease the gods of poetic inspiration:

A few haiku's, inspired by a cruel and unusual English class, in which we were "encouraged" to go outside in the untrodden snow, accompanied with the low temperature, ranging somewhere in the negative double digits...

So,without further ado, I present the fruits of my frozen labour. Enjoy :)

Caribbean views
Of the polluted black lake,
Stones see no evil.

Chemical cold drips
The icy blood of winter
So numbingly warm.

Appendages ache
Sonnet of shiv'ring bodies
Frostbite forever!

Murm'ring of suff'ring
Harsh waves of blue anti-freeze
Sing, chorus of cold!

Broken record thoughts
Cold has cracked the disc
I am obsolete.

Mourning loss of warmth
Such a low cold tolerance
C'est le froid méchant!

Abandoned vocals
Drifting audible memoirs:
Haunting, echoing.

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