“Maybe, It’s Cold Outside”
The horror of a dark breeze brings me low.
Waiting hard for mobile warmth to arrive.
Huddled in an exposed hovel.
Definitive shivers adorn my epidermis in spasmodic waves.
Measuring my plastic constitution.
Pushing me toward downward despair.
Deeply swirling through me, into the hardened earth.
Breathing breaths of strain and clean.
Affixed to bitter red-wrinkled, beard strewn cheekies.
Winter doesn’t happen up around you, it directly happens to you.
It is a kinetic seasonal sin; forever changing the life it disturbs.
Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Born: March 1974
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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3 thoughts on ““Maybe, It’s Cold Outside””
It is cold. Lovely piece of poetry, love the descriptive way of how you portray your poem. Keep up the good work. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊
Thank you! Looking through your site now. Interest piqued 🤔
You are welcome! 😊