Not Well Suited to the Cold

My fingertips are numb. My nails
Are blue; another winter day, and not
One from which I can cower. There
Are places I must go. I'll put on
A down-filled jacket, heavy gloves,
A stocking cap, and, having done so,
I'll survive, but, after I have gotten home
And stripped away those outer garments,
I suspect that my entire fingers will
Have numbed.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-01-21 at 17:13

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is absolutely necessary to treat numb fingers with a modicum of Gin, Brandy or Whisky. Blessings, Allen
2025-01-23


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Over here it's the damn damp, which creeps under everything.
2025-01-23