The farmer couldn’t hear the cock crowing,
Though it was six in the morning.
I fumbled for the clock, bedside
Because it was still dark outside.
Then it dawned upon me
Oh, the gloomy winter is here.
Along came blankets and quilts
Shoved inside for months, without care.
And the smell of mothballs filled the air.
Oh, the smelly winter is here.
I laid curled up snug in bed
Just five more minutes, I pleaded.
Oh, the inhibiting winter is here.
The weight of countless clothes
Made my movement slack,
As if carrying another person on my back.
Oh, the heavy and oppressive winter is here.
My fingers are itchy, swollen
And I am in so much pain.
Oh, the winter is here and the chilblain.
Not allowed to ramble out,
Out on a dreadful winter night
Because not one soul is in sight.
Oh, the forbidding winter is here.
The newspapers report-flights delayed,
Cars bumping into each other
Because the fog refused to clear.
Oh, the obstinate winter is here.
A contest entry
- I Hate Winter! by Yemassee.
650 points, ended December 26, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Winter/Summer Contest by Rhythm Baby.
400 points, ended February 23, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I am convinced that you are a summer type of person.
Thanks for visiting my poem.
Merry Christmas-Happy Holidays
Joe
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I like the winter refrain, that, "Oh..." I like the variation of each.
I'm trying to remember the first time I ever heard te word "chilblain," I think if was The Beverly Hillbillies, sitcom way back when I was a kiddo.
The poem has a classic feel, a mannered but rustic tone, and you take the subject (hating winter) and give it serious intent, some dramatics to the notion. I liked that too.
It carries an effective, somber tone. Thanks! I do appreciate your entering this in my contest!
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