A good friend who supplies much of the comic material on these posts sent me a poem this morning.
It was a poem that he wrote was "just for me".
But knowing the meaning of poetry as defined by the Mighty Google: "It can . . . allow writers to express their emotions and allow readers to connect to those emotions . . ." I thought I could and even should share the poem with all of you.
I hope you can appreciate the angst that brought forth this poem from a troubled (and anonymous) soul.
So I shall share it with you now.
It is titled "A Winter Poem".
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15 comments:
Yes it is!
That's my kind of poem although I would say something stronger than crap.
Uyup, 'tis.
ROFLMAO! I have no words.
Those are the best words!
But cold is a good thing!
I suspect you would appreciate Lewis Black's sentiments on winter.
I love it!
Never mind, there's always the heat waves, forest fires and droughts to look forward to!
That is a true North Dakota poem
I can understand it very well indeed!
Ah the true poetry of winter.
Such subtlety and depth of feeling!
More words would have diluted the sentiment. Well done!
Cheerful Monk
ha ha, even here in Florida we have been saying that, I do when I put on 2 sweaters to walk the dog... my kind of poem, easy to understand
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