Facing January

The river's clogged with ice. There isn't much to recommend the day.
With all the celebrating past, we're forced to squarely face a winter
Which has several months to run. I wonder how we'll get through it.
There's only so much cocoa one can drink, so many hours one can
Doze beneath a heavy quilt. Another snack? I'm sick of eating.
Maybe you can watch TV, but I like nothing that I see. Perhaps
Some poetry would do, some sunny Walcott, maybe Hopkins
And his hyperactive rhymes, but even those are capable
Of entertaining just so long. At last, I think we'll find we have
To pack and fly away.





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Written on 2025-01-04 at 21:04

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
"At last, I think we'll find we have
To pack and fly away."
Metaphorically and physically perchance.
We've been brainwashed to have some universal form of ADHD where things are novel for diminishing periods of time.
Blessings, Allen
2025-01-05


Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
Birds do it, whales do it, even Monarch butterflies do it! Lets do it, lets find somewhere warm. Then we can complain about the heat!

An interesting observation as per usual from you. Thanks
2025-01-05


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Now there’s an idea! Migratory jaunts are a potential for fun and adventure, one thing we can learn from the birds!
2025-01-04