Morgan Michaels


Winter Blues - Poem by Morgan Michaels

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Cold...unusually cold
complain even my most upbeat
and studiously cheerful friends
(who may yet silently
bear me to the grave) , I think,
leaning over the sink
thumb bent under the spout
waiting for the water to get hot.

Not weather for the faint of heart
I later think,
watching the oil
hang in the cold,
cold, soon to be boiling water
dunking a finger in the drink
one the fire will someday singe
leaving behind a blackened ring;

nor for the thin of skin,
I later think, shivering in the curb,
flagging cabs that dim their lights
and homeward crunch
with cold determination
leaving me to decide
which, if not both
kidneys, dead, I should be pleased to donate


Comments about Winter Blues by Morgan Michaels

  • Silver Star - 4,144 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (2/9/2014 9:43:00 PM)

    the imaginary work is good..but why the kidney donation in the last line...Thank you for sharing MM. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014


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