Winter Poem
August 8th, 2011
Today somebody at work asked the question, “what is winter?”
It’s a good question. For some it sounds like a stupid question but to me I like to address it on all levels, so in order to do so I have written a short poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Winter
What is winter?
Is it just snow? No, it’s not.
It’s more than snow.
DEEP LIKE THE SNOW. I am.
The answers are within me,
Buried, also like the snow.
I will respond to them like echoes
Across snow-ridden clifftops.
Ah. So it is mainly about snow then.
That answers my question.
Winter is snow.
Oh, and Christmas too,
With a smidge of festoons added for good measure.
It came from the heart, so I told the heart to do better next time.
Entry Filed under: God damn poetry,Ian
4 Comments
1. Chris | August 15th, 2011 at 12:03
You see this?
No.
2. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver | August 15th, 2011 at 12:12
Is that a general no to winter, to poetry, to winter poetry or to everything?
3. Kevil | August 17th, 2011 at 07:52
Arent you supposed to have grown out of this by now?
4. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver | August 17th, 2011 at 16:21
Grown out of what? Poetry? Theatricality? Other things? I dunno, you name it I’ve still got it.