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january
by Ava Blui've written enough about January,
about how the month curls into a ball as water becomes ice
i've told the tales of its alleys and doorways being clogged
being unopened often
January is not enough to write about,
it isn't fulfilling
it isn't the warmth of a bowl of hot soup
it isn't worth the mention
but somehow we speak of January as if it is a person
as if it is something bold to behold
a new beginning, we will retort
2010 isn't a year we've had before
and January is the first offering
with its glassy eyes
and its short days
the coldest months are not able to be bargained with
they will leave you crawling on the floor
no blanket
and they will mock your adoration of January
yes, i have written enough about January
but never enough about me.
01/12/2010 Author's Note: whatwhatwhat
Posted on 01/12/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/13/10 at 12:34 AM Yes, and everything we write about is a person as if the wheel barrow is a one legged farmer and the cold holds you tight like a lost lover you would like to be free of but he walks through your mind at will. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/13/10 at 03:06 AM It is worth it to automatically dislike anything liked by the masses. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/13/10 at 01:41 PM This is a little bit more of a rambling poem than what we usually see out of you. It's a little less focused than usual, and I really like that. I'm up for anything where we get to see your mind roam around more than it usually does. Most of your work is a single, brutal line from point a. to point b. This takes a longer way to get to point b., but that just makes the background, the journey more interesting. That last stanza alone is great, imaginative stuff. Awesome all around. |
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