"Cold enough for ya, Beau?"
God, I hate that question. And my co-workers just love to ask, especially when it snows hard.
"Yes, George, it's plenty cold enough, thanks." Hell, even the studs in my ear were cold. I dug in my pocket for my keys to the building. George and I usually opened up the office in the morning.
"Didn't get snow like this in Louisiana, did you?"
"We never even knew what street snow lived on," I responded grimly. God, it was cold.
"So what
I am very glad you have enjoyed these. I would encourage you to explore the whole poetry writing series put together by @AC Benus, and perhaps write some of your own. The symmetry and interwoven nature of these appeals deeply to me, too. Thank you so much for your comments.
Dear jp, I am so glad there is much that is tangible in this; I did hope for that kind of earthy approach. Your kind words are very encouraging. Thank you.
Thr solstice heartens me. Days will lengthen, even as the winter day go on. The cold will not be forever. But in the meantime, let there be fires, and warmth, and every good thing we celebrate. Thank you for reading!
Thank you. All that soaring metaphor needs to come to a more concrete resting place. A blanket and a fire seem pretty good to me. I am glad you liked these.
Invitation
Come, sweet dying, blest disorder,
overwhelm and give no quarter,
climbing up the mountain higher,
crest the peak, and cross the border.
Come, descendant of desire,
sweep the hearth and stoke the fire,
visit with your fleet delighting,
joy our very souls inspire.
Come, the blanket's so inviting,
deeper knowledge there inciting,
kiss begun in languid leisure,
every muscle now uniting;
Come, fruition of our pleasure,
let us join in fu
Oh, sweet mercy, what a mess. And now you want me to just walk away? No, no, brother, I’d love to see more. So much of this hits very close and hard. It’s already stuck in my head. Thanks for sharing this much.
How silly of me; your question never occurred to me - but of course one would want to know. I can see another poem getting itself ready. Thank you for your idea and for reading this series.
I can recall a partners like that, those whose masks we recognized, but whose nature could not dance wholly with our own. And yet we still watch, and hope to dance with the right partner. Thank you so much for reading!