I am cold, no matter how I warm
Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
I loathe thee!
Final stanza from “To Winter” by Eugene O’Neill
The theme for your literary gems this time is Weather: any poetic form is acceptable. May I please have your entries by midnight on the 11th March 2013.
Just add your entries to this thread or link your own posts.
20 thoughts on “Poetry Competition February/March 2013”
I think I’m in the mood for this, inspired as I am by your picture. Ara I have put a further comment on the photo post where you showed your entry of Alice.PS Was that a manual darkening of the sky or is that for real!
I hope you will feel inspired PapaG.
I’ve just replied to your comment. 🙂
I confess to slightly tinkering with the photo, just to provide some atmosphere, but dusk was fast approaching when I took it.
Hello Araminta and congratulations on winning the poetry competition. (sorry for the non-entry, LW. Ran out of time)
That is a fine photograph, indeed. It almost looks like a Bob Ross painting. Scanning the photograph more thoroughly with my trained eye, I can see, crouching behind the second tree from the right, a camouflaged duck-billed Platypus.
Hello JW. Thank you, and thank you.
Regarding the Platypus, well spotted. I was tempted to air-brush it out. Blooming things are everywhere. We can’t move without falling over them.
We don’t talk about it of course, we just have the occasional cull when we can’t make it to the pub. 😉
A weather poem…
December in Great Bentley
As the wind blows
with a cold heart,
from the North Sea
over damp fens,
snow flurries kiss
now naked trees,
caught waving back
at winter’s call.
Many thanks for your poem, George Fripley.
Weather (and the joys of old age)
Whether the weather is hot,
Whether the weather is cold,
Makes no difference to me,
It still makes me feel old.
Whether the weather is wet,
Whether the weather is dry,
It cannot not now or ever
Make me again feel spry!
Whether the weather is snow
Whether the weather is rain
What with the joys of arthritis
It still make me feel all the pain!
I am not really that miserable, but there is nothing like a bit of pessimism, I always say 🙂
Many thanks for your contribution, FEEG. 🙂
George, Google says you have a ‘Great Bentley Poetry Group’ – tell us more….
‘Yer ’tis! https://charioteers.org/2013/02/23/weather-in-vain/
Thank you, Janus. 🙂
Here’s something from me.
Yipee more entries.
Thank you. 🙂
VICTIM OF THE WEATHER
The skin gets dry on frosty days
And pink when sun returns.
Not sure what’s worse: that itchy phase
Or unbecoming burns.
and one from me
Thank you, Janus and Soutie.
I will get around to judging soonest, probably not until tomorrow.
Many thanks for all your entries.
Cold it is, frigging cold,
this day of discontent
with a deviance of Cardinals
sat huddled in a tent;
old men, robed and wrinkled
what little do they know
of life, of love, of frigging cold
in winter’s grip of snow.
Sorry Ara. I know its outside the date and cannot be considered. Nonetheless I hope you enjoy in small part. PS Thanks to OZ for the collective noun!
The snow drifts mount
The frost festoons
We wait for news
Of our lampoons