January blues stretch it long.
Playing on snow and ice,
wanting gone snow and ice,
a drawn out winter.
Enduring once more,
try to come out smiling;
tired, humorless, smiling,
knowing spring will come.
But it’s not that bad
in a warm, safe pad;
owning my choice
to feel the way I do.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Assonance. It ended up being more of an exercise than a poem I am proud of, but I decided to share it anyway.
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I’m glad you shared. 🙂
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Thanks for the encouragement, we’ll see if the next one comes out any better.
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