A Bleak Cold Day

by Max Bouillet

A bleak cold day
eventually fades.
Golden hues (in jealousy)
kill lingering melancholy.

Never offering pardonsÂ…
quiet rainbows sing to us
(vanquishing wayward,
x-rated yearning zephyrs.)


Author's Note: An abecedarian (they're kind of addictive)

Posted on 09/18/2003
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/18/03 at 10:43 PM

oh, cool! considering the restricting format, this turned out really well. great job! (now i'm going to have to try one or two of these. hehe)

Posted by Brian Francis on 09/19/03 at 12:53 AM

Nice work Max!! a b c darian Hmmmm you must have some free time. Good work --bf

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/19/03 at 01:46 AM


Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/19/03 at 01:38 PM

Nice work Max ... definitely a difficult form ...

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/19/03 at 01:52 PM

a,b,c,d,e,f,g... you have amazed me... excellent... blessings...

Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 09/19/03 at 03:41 PM

Amazing and beautiful introduction to this form for me. Thank you Max!

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/19/03 at 04:04 PM

*WHISTLES AND gives a STANDING OVATION from the rafters.* ...and boy, craving dynamite egotism flaunts grimly; how i judging keep looming, musing near or precariously questions rue, sentimental. take us, vocational warlock... xenograft your z-axis. *cracks up*

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/19/03 at 04:05 PM

precariously and questions. i dunno what happened. :) anyway, YOU ROCK again, oh First Man of Mocha!

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/19/03 at 04:06 PM

ACK! A PERIOD BETWEEN THE TWO. O.o WTF is wrong with me today!? :) *SMOOCH* much love! i'm done and running!

Posted by David R Spellman on 09/19/03 at 05:25 PM

Having written some myself, I know how hard it can be to do so and still make some sense. You've not only done that, but did it with a sense of awe and beauty. Well done Max!

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/20/03 at 03:26 PM

Looks difficult, I mean the form. The creative process too, when the form is prediceded and not left to the matter to decide for its own. haha In any case, A 'mood'irrespective of the quality of energies, too can change, owing to the impression, registered by a thought.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/23/03 at 01:58 AM

Amazing! Showing discipline and patience!

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 09/23/03 at 05:13 AM

I didnt even notice that it was one until your note! It makes it through the abcs quite well

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/09/10 at 11:46 AM

Houdini being the master carpenter of escape knew that however many restrictions he would willfully put upon himself, he being the poet of escape could always liberate himself in high style as you have done here. what is restriction to a poet but a liberation of sorts. this poem is a firework display of working within constraints and yet liberated colorfully in the air.

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