Poetry Absurdity: Cold as Hell

 

 

 

There’s a place that will make you shiver. Burr.

No one is allowed to wear a jacket, that’s for damn sure.

Fire. No snow. Never logical—forever paradoxical.

Your last breath pays the price,

you’ll freeze between two realms…like hot ice.

Frigid antagonism.

Rigid paroxysm.

Volatile stasis foretell,

the weather will be cold as hell.

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8 Comments on Poetry Absurdity: Cold as Hell

  1. You definitely captured the dreaded coming of winter, and it doesn’t even include the White Walkers.

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  2. Whoaaaa fly…jaw dropped..

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  3. Ah, paradoxical and compelling poetry! Some really excellent word choices. You aren’t looking forward to the winter, are you?

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    • The constellations change — winter constellations are relatively bright, especially compared to summer constellations. That’s the only thing I look forward to. Embrace the paradox!

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  4. Oh dear, not a good outlook then. Good post, my friend….

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