The wind homeless, shaky,
panhandling for drink,
then January blows into the street
like Dillinger from a bank –
it’s murder, fire exchanged in cold blood,
everyone diving for cover.
The not-so-great depression –
sunshine bitter, on the dole,
brother can you spare a dime?
For dVerse Quadrille
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Gah. This is spectacular. I can see it all.
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LOLOL! Thanks.
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Its frigging cold out!
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The wind as a robber…. yes I can feel that one… or stay put inside.
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Ok, my vote for best metaphor of the year.
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Ahahaha! Thanks!
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Excellent!
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Deadly 🙂
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LOL! Thanks.
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🙂
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Concurring with all the above. You really knocked it out of the park with this, the language is just spectacular and you kept such a tight grip throughout the poem. A really excellent write.
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Thank you!!
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You had me at /January blows into the street like Dillinger from a bank/. Great creativity! I feel quite similar relative to the arrogance of winter, the bullying.
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I agree with ‘Jilly’ incredible metaphor of poetic truth.
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Love your original metaphor..Fun.
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Great opening two lines, creates wonderful imagery
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“then January blows into the street / like Dillinger from a bank”
That right there is brilliant! Can it be summer soon?
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…like Dillinger from a bank….wonderful comparison here.
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Oh, that’s just fab. The panhandling wind – love it. Love it.
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Loved this personification of january, very cool…!
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I like the comparison to DIllinger. How imaginative! Nice work.
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giving cold weather venom, yes it feels that way
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Love how you showed change without using the word. Very clever and fun. Great metaphor
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Ah, but the trick is that I did, lol! Snuck in into “exchange.” Thanks that you felt I met the spirit of the prompt, more importantly.
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Yep. Followed the rules perfectly. And fabulously. Still soaking on this incredible simile, and imagery.
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Yikes! Even better.
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Great metaphor for that wind. Very clever with the exchange too.
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Wow. Love the words use in this piece. Thanks for sharing.
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Ho! I see what you did there. Well done, too.
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the wind… like Dillinger! That’s great.
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like old picture postcards coming to life . ” cold blood” is the pivotal phrase that holds it all together. Another masterly quadrille
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Thank you so much!
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I like the description of the homeless wind.
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I enjoyed the personification in this poem so much – the panhandling wind, the January bank robber, and sunshine on the dole. A depressing outlook!
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Thank you!
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Just brilliant. I will be chewing on the wind panhandling for a drink for a long time.
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Oh, thank you so much!
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Pay is Lower
Down Here
But A
Stay
is Worth
A WiNTeR
TaN iN FLoriDA Hehe..
WHere Women Wear Shorts
Year ‘Round And Poetry FLiES even
HigHeR hAha.. But the Older Ladies
at Church Get On to me for Wearing Shorts
aS one way
to stay
Warmer
is
Never WeaRinG
Pants to Cover Legs..
but only in Florida of CouRSE..;)
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This is freaking brilliant! ❤️ I applaud you.
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Wow, thank you so much!!
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Cracked me up. My sister recently did that Ancestry(dot)com thingy, and discovered we’re directly related to Dillinger. Now that’s something my mother never mentioned!
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That’s fantastic! How cool is that?
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