The howling wind does slow, speaking to me softly.
I awake with a blow.
When I rise, I am befallen again just like each day,
when I go to sleep and wake up again,
The winter cold stings my pallid face,
like your barren words,
freezing, empty, they unfold,
like an icicle hanging in the balance,
i ride an endless roller coaster,
it weaves up and down,
but it never stops, never slows,
I just want out of this freezing hell!
I hold my breath and turn blue
just like January.


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"Deep Dish: Johnny Depp is Barnabas Collins
So it looks like it's finally coming true--Depp will be playing Barnabas Collins in the new Dark Shadows adaptation..."
LINK:
http://marcharshbarger.blogspot.com/2009/03/johnny-depp-is-barnabas-collins.html
Again, I enjoyed reading your poem.
Outside my airconditioned sanctuary
the heat is like an oven - 45 Celcius Degrees
To translate for my Americans - Fahrenheit 113!
On New Year's Day in '005
we had a little heatwave not so nifty
It's not easy to live and survive
leaves crumble to powder at Fifty!
Fire warnings were set to Severe
People died from heat prostration too
discomfort for some turned to fear
As mercury hit Fahrenheit one twenty two!
Featured in Gather Writing Essentials, Monday (we're going to be putting our days in the titles and tags, so we can find these)
It's in my prompt for today, but doesn't start until next week, with me, anyways. I did a recap from last week and I do believe you're in it - nice work!
Marilyn MWE Editor
Spring is usually my favorite season, new, rebirth, plants coming up, but we skipped it this year and got rain, rain and more rain. Ugh. So, I guess I'm looking forward to next year -- can we skip winter? :)