“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label write cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label write cold. Show all posts
Friday, March 25, 2016
Silly Chilly
Write hot?
I think not.
I should be composing in the cool air.
I should be writing in the frigidaire.
I just can't figure out how to fit quite yet-
but I bet
my ideas would last longer
my prose may sound stronger
it would increase my freshness-
although, no one has tested this.
But I have been told
when you work in the cold
it increases the racing speed
of the firing synapses I need.
The icebox stocks
are actually quite empty-
some left-over spaghetti,
some moldy cheese and condiments
some things growing antioxidants...
(ahh, the minimal groceries
of writers salaries)
While it is conceivable,
working in there still doesn't seem feasible.
Does anyone writing from an igloo
know if this is true?
Image By jean-lucien guillaume (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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