Cold Wind

the cold wind chafes the

unprotected underbelly,

 

frost biting the skin

converting to a

gangrenous feast

for buzzards and bacteria,

 

the child puts the full cup

from Starbucks on her face

to combat the cold effects,

 

the people coming in are

human cars trying to turn over,

 

yet the weather outside isn't

frightful, just miserably cold

if you push carts or flash old

ladies at bus stops,

 

still the cold really doesn't deter,

it only causes adaptation,

 

humans thrive in any environment

nowadays, so even the chafing,

gangrenous underbelly has a

chance of survival so...

 

let it be cold,

 

let it stay cold,

 

let it keep the free

agents on their toes

 

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

this is a very unique poem...I've never seen anyone compare coldness to a metaphor involving determination...

good porm

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Cascara.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goes Cascading!)]

You're welcome.

[roarke]

Ya wuss

Lol

Lots of sleet shrapnel here though, that'll light some fires....

[Kenneth The Poet]

Not a fan of it, but I wonder if that's becoming a thing of the past as well.

[roarke]

heh, don't count yer tropical coconuts yet buddy.

[Muse]

This is why I HATE WINTER. Thanks for reminding me. lol

[Kenneth The Poet]

The blast has hit us up here...again! YAY! Thanks, Muse.

[Muse]

We got rain..it turns to snow tomorrow. :(

[kublakhan27]

Awesome...I love this.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, KK.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

You manage to really suffuse the topic in contexts while negotiating some philosophical layer of why things are the way they are. Taking a sensory stimulation and making it universal and then zooming the lens back to the particular, interesting camera view.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, MKS.