| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/15/09 at 05:29 PM Ah, Chicago will get you every time. I love the town but I couldn't drink enough to keep warm all winter there. Nice write lady very well done! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/15/09 at 06:06 PM ... this is exceptional L! I could not rate it high enough... I loved the imagery portrayed in your word choices... well done!!! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/15/09 at 08:47 PM Sharp in its own right. I really liked this. |
| Posted by Don Matley on 01/16/09 at 12:27 AM A perfect poem for today here given it was a blue sky sunny day but -30degrees celsius without the wind...I love the concision of your poem and how a few words convey the harshest of elements on tender skin. Thanks! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/09 at 01:34 AM Oooh, I see that -10 spoke clearly to you today. Well done. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/16/09 at 12:45 PM Kristina fore-found my first thoughts! And my second thoughts are come, ...wrap yourself in a cup of your own fine poetry... :D
fine write with a bite |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/06/10 at 09:17 PM funny enough, i kind of miss that feeling. i haven't really felt cold for a few years now. it's weird to think about |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/15 at 03:24 PM it is a fine thing for the bard to have skin which is tender rather than calloused, so as to receive all the fine gifts winter has up its sleeve albeit they are raw embraces. How else could we readers receive such fine gifts as this ode lest winter embrace us in the raw? |
