John Lawless Poet List

Winter

Am I but the stirring of a seasoned stew
The madness of a game that summer threw

Hard edge of a canyon wall at dawn
Towering above a trembling, speckled fawn

Must I be a raging lion or timid lamb
Contending for the prize of also ran

As I must outduel Winter’s feigned chagrin
Until it screams OK, all right, you win

So bear with me and kiss me as I go
And take with me the curse of bearded snow

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Paul Willason March 14, 2024 at 2:31 AM Exceptional skill in weaving this poem together. One to savor and sip every line . Take a bow for originaility John. Regards, Paul

Ink Empress March 13, 2024 at 10:25 AM Flawless list poem, i love how your lines flow seamlessly. The last lines are brilliant ah! So well woven and so well delivered. Pleasure reading this dear john

Hilda Greenhough March 13, 2024 at 10:08 AM A good list. I've rarely heard the term "summer hardship".

Lin Lane March 13, 2024 at 7:59 AM I always loved Winter's first snow, but after that it was just dirty sludge that in the shade seemed to be an eternal mess. There's no prize in being an also ran, so roar like a lion, or be as gentle as a lamb if you desire. Winter doesn't give a fig what we think. I'll sharpen your sword if you think it'll help. Good lines, John. John Lawless March 16, 2024 at 5:40 AM kinda like the wild parties of youth....that left you with the gray dawn of a hangover.