quatorzain 688: Chill Dormant

no more excuses: New Year resolution
dormant now a month and the keys silent
like the voice of poetry in the arctic
white of this strange kentucky winter.  and we
sip warm drinks inside while trickling water
musically from every faucet so the pipes
don’t freeze.  good weather for a cozy cuddle
though the draft is deadly for libidos
and blood seems sluggish as the slushy elkhorn
choked with lethargic chill, cold languid and mute
as lines unwritten . . . are there still viable
seeds settling dormant in the layered silt
awaiting spring’s verdant summons to renewal? 
no excuses:  lay it down iambic

3 Feb 2014


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