Poetry Wednesday

Wool

he delivers

the kindness of (never being) spoken to

of being told nothing at all.

this fondness

is the (same as a sheep for its) wool

which is shorn off

before the beast decides

whether he is warm

or cold.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.