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Wednesday 9 November 2011

A Funny Poem




I know, my punctured cold fingers feel numb and unused 
Winter holds grip of it, for it  has been a while, a long while 
Cobwebs have gathered, like gloves and claimed ownership


A long while, since I wrote a poem 
A love poem, a fun poem  
A family and friends poem  


A summer poem, a winter poem 
A poem about autumn and spring 
I know it has been a while, a long while 


And  my fingers have all gone cold, no jerk on key pads 
My mind follows asking for answers " why carnage"
For why would I have starved such cherished tree 

And watch it weather and gloom 
It follows my bonsai tree in faith 
I got from love on summers day 


It died before autumn came 
I lost a fish as well this period  
These days my fish tank looks so deem  


I can no longer tell by character any more 
How each of my golden fish does behave
I know my cold fingers feels numb  


It has been a while, a long while , influenced by t' status quo
Like darkness hold, of  days in the pole
A long while, since I poured my heart out warm 


It has been a while 
Since I wrote a love poem 
A happy poem, a funny poem  

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6 comments:

  1. Keep trying, you'll get there.

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  2. I have been in a 'dry spell' too. I hate that feeling which you have described so well. Looks like you have broken out of it now! Cheers!

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  3. It's been a long while since i've got a muse too. We're on a similar wavelength that way. But you needn't worry. This is an inspired poem :)

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  4. I can't believe it Kodjo
    For your words are poetry
    and written you always have the perfect combo
    Winter may put down a frost but not on your fingers
    smiles from a friend

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  5. Hang in there; sorry about the fish! My Muse gets mad and then leaves me hanging in limbo! You need an "Art Date". Go to a museum, walk and watch the light filter through the trees, a movie. A time out for your soul~
    I love the dance in your poem, the longing and looking! You are thawing out :D

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