Poetry Absurdity: Cold as Hell

There’s a place that will make you shiver. Burr.

No one is allowed to wear a jacket, that’s for damn sure.

Fire. No snow. Never logical—forever paradoxical.

Your last breath pays the price,

you’ll freeze between two realms…like hot ice.

Frigid antagonism.

Rigid paroxysm.

Volatile stasis foretell,

the weather will be cold as hell.

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Karina Pinella says:

12/03/2017 at 7:38 pm

You definitely captured the dreaded coming of winter, and it doesn’t even include the White Walkers.

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1. FlyTrapMan says:
  
  12/03/2017 at 10:10 pm
  
  Don’t forget to wear your mittens and earmuffs. Watch out for dragons.
  
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michnavs says:

12/03/2017 at 5:13 pm

Whoaaaa fly…jaw dropped..

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1. FlyTrapMan says:
  
  12/03/2017 at 10:13 pm
  
  I hate when that happens! Thanks for reading the poem.
  
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Poet Rummager says:

12/03/2017 at 6:26 am

Ah, paradoxical and compelling poetry! Some really excellent word choices. You aren’t looking forward to the winter, are you?

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1. FlyTrapMan says:
  
  12/03/2017 at 9:49 am
  
  The constellations change — winter constellations are relatively bright, especially compared to summer constellations. That’s the only thing I look forward to. Embrace the paradox!
  
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paula graham says:

12/03/2017 at 4:51 am

Oh dear, not a good outlook then. Good post, my friend….

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1. FlyTrapMan says:
  
  12/03/2017 at 9:43 am
  
  It’s chilly in here! Thanks for reading.
  
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