Wednesday, 13 January 2021

Poem 13

Hot stale house welcomes

Cool evening air whispering

Summery night sounds

8 comments:

  1. Northern Hemisphere version...

    Cold January draughts creep

    Into warm rooms like

    Wintry steel fingers

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  2. It is cold here right now so I enjoy the summer verse.

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    1. That evening cool is like magic, isn't it?

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  4. You've getting the line/syllable count and the content down to a fine art. Great contrast here.
    And apropos of nothing I think I'll aim for six comment responses today. That's setting a high bar for me, eventually they will descend into off the cuff, trivial rubbish.
    Ah well, consider yourself lucky, you're the first cab off the rank.
    Alphie

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    1. off the cuff, trivial rubbish is where the most fun happens!

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