Forced to the warmth
found between folds
of halfhearted
dreams suspended
beneath animated skies
frozen in unwelcome moments
of silent disposition –
the winter is surely to blame.
It must be the cold
misguiding our
mammalian hearts.
It must be
the antiquated threat
of starvation,
the genetic predisposition
for acquiring adipose,
the indiscriminate urge
for securing shelter
that a lengthy
winter brings
causing ants
in the pants
of logical motivation.
No amount of
artificial ultraviolet
can cure the
frostbitten psyche
of an incessant Everest.
Renee Novosel
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Copyright 2015
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Something must be blamed, but certainly not your prose.
Well done 🙂
Haha! Well at least I have that going for me. 🙂 Thank you, Joseph!
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The peacock lies all the time
especially when tail feathers are spread
all those eyes pretending to see
yet they are so very, very blind…
©JP/dh
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Thanks.
Completely beautiful and accurate. Thank you. ♡♡♡
I’ve got a mock stain glass panel of a peacock (unopened tail) in one of my windows. I’ve actually seen two white male peacocks.
They’re beautiful and entertaining creatures that make equally beautiful metaphors. 🙂
But they cannot sing. Such a disquieting squawk.
Haha … it sure is.