A beautiful winters poems

[pigletwillie]

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you.
It was to me, and it's very well written.
ENJOY!

' WINTER '
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre

***k Me!
It's Cold!

[beefy]

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you.
It was to me, and it's very well written.
ENJOY!

' WINTER '
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre

***k Me!
It's Cold!

You sure of the writers name Piglet. Or maybe there's more than one version of it.

[Flummery]

You've heard of haiku?
This is a sort of lowku!

[Hazel at the Hill]

'december snow falls
in november and it is
brass monkeys out there'

I thank you!

[Flummery]

Now that IS a haiku!

[bubblewrap]

LOL Piglet Short & sweet.

[beefy]

Second verse -


Why am

I outside?

[Hazel at the Hill]

Now that IS a haiku!

'It must be a gift
Perhaps I am a poet -
I did not know it'

[bubblewrap]

The boy stood on the burning deck.

Pillock!

[Hazel at the Hill]

'pack so much meaning
into five, seven and five
syllables per line!'

[jacob marley]

The boy stood on the burning deck.

Pillock!

His name was jimmy horrocks

[Hazel at the Hill]

'it is Japanese -
A form of poetry which
expounds 'less is more''

[valmarg]

Naughty piglet!!!

This time of year is depressing enough, but I think the poem No by Thomas Hood sums it up perfectly:-

No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds -
NOVEMBER.

valmarg

[Alice]

Thanks Valmarg. I'm sure my P2 teacher (age 5 and 6) produced that poem and expected us to produce the last line. I think she was disappointed with our ineptitude and we were left with a total sense of failure for failing to see the obvious.
But thanks for bringing it up - I'm sure I would get the last line now - what a slow learner. But maybe I deserved that dunces cap !

[Flummery]

Hazel is stuck in haiku gear! Many years ago I read Tolkein's Adventures of Tom Bombadil which was written in iambic pentameter - that most annoying of poetical metres. I found I was thinking in it for days. I tried very hard to read the rest of the book by placing the emphasis AWAY from the metre but it was so distracting I ended up flinging the book against the wall. Only ever done that with one other book - Virgina Woolf's Orlando. However, I digest!

I love the No poem Valmarg. I've heard it before but can never commit it to memory. Must try harder!