the acrimonious sun
tries its best
to bring a scintilla
of heat
to me today
it is cold
my toes might fall off
my fingers might fall off
and heaven forbid, my balls!
Outside the barren trees
are basking in the
infertility of winter
and still,
in my room
I am as ice
all the currents run frozen
and still, I wish for spring
to not return.
(c) 2017 allen simpson
Thanks for waiting patiently. I had internet troubles for a week, but I am back. (Don’t you just hate Telkom sometimes?)
Junie 27, 2017 at 3:03 nm
Sometimes, yes. Telkom. Beautifully written Wolfie but the wish for spring not to return caught me by surprise.
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Julie 10, 2017 at 10:43 vm
hehehe I am a winter soul
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Junie 28, 2017 at 8:51 nm
😁 puik verwoord!! Die einde bly my gunsteling deel. Ek hou van die ritme in jou woorde. Dit bou op tot by ‘my balls’ en dan neem dit weer af en ‘n rustige aanvaarding omhul in begeerte vorm die einde. Puik!!!!!!
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Julie 10, 2017 at 10:44 vm
Dankie ❤
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