Happy Poetry Friday
Well I think my winter blahs decided to visit me early, they usually visit sometime in mid to late February but decided to creep up on me earlier this year… Hence my poem this week, UNFORGIVABLE FEBRUARY. So with that poem, I think I’ve sent the blahs packing, at least for now, and… I’ve added a little spice to my post for there are a few things that I do like about winter, but only a few– Kids in snow, snow-persons, or animals, snow that I don’t have to shovel cause gosh it’s hard on ye old back or even ye young back… And the little bit of story and music I’m leaving for you below. So just in case you catch some of the February blahs maybe some of these things will help ease them a bit…
UNFORGIVABLE FEBRUARY
Frustrating, frosty,
freezing, frigid, and
most unforgiving,
except the fun fourteenth–
February’s Awful…
Forever in fleece,
or coat-filled-fluffed feathers–
Fingers flinch from frost,
forms flair in fat layers–
February’s no fair…
Funny, forget it–
Faint and fearful for sure,
fanfare filled, phooey–
Ooph, finally, push off
February, farewell!
© 2021 Michelle Kogan
Oh, I remember one more that helps a bit…
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Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing 
Phooey to February ! I’m sorry to enjoy your February freeze – it sounds just so different to February in my part of the world, where it is the third month of summer and, often, the hottest month. People here are quite please at he moment because we are heading into some cooler days with even a chance of rain – but I love the heat and will miss it 🙂
So many February ‘feels’ in this post, Michelle! I love the repeated /F/ sound throughout your poem that definitly drives your “phooey” feeling home! Besides the obvious ‘love’ of the 14th, I am especially enamored with the month because my hubby’s b’day is on the 13th and six family members call February their birth month. Sending you warm vibes to make it to (a hopefully early) spring. 🙂
Feeling the blahs myself so I really connected to your poem. I loved the line “Fingers flinch from frost” as it expressed how the freezing cold can impact us physically and mentally as well. Thank you for sharing!
Denver’s weather is so, so changeable. We might have a blizzard, or 70 degrees, not like your more northern city where “Fingers flinch” so often and fluffed down coats are needed every day. I love the ‘phooey’ F’s, Michelle, lots to Favor in your Fun words! And thanks for Chicken Soup with Rice & Brave Irene – two I love & still have!
Thanks for a wonderful post despite the February blahs. You certainly chased mine away with your brilliantly alliterative poem and videos. Love the sweet sisters drawing too :)!
Love that February phooey–At least your poem sends the blahs packing for little while.
Michelle, I thoroughly enjoyed Carole King and even more the story of Brave Irene. What a horrible winter that was, but Irene survived the wind and the snow with her determination. It would cheer anyone who didn’t love February, so well described in your poem.
I would agree, except that my birthday is in February… Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
Fabulous! is how I feel “Unforgiving February.”
I find that you’ve created a mentor text, dear Michelle.
Further proof of your fecund poem-creating mojo.
Jan/Bookseedstudio
I really hope the blahs have been sent packing indeed but your poems is marvelous. I love the alliteration so much.
Hahahaha–tell us how you really feel! Serious, Michelle, hope your blahs take a hike. Sending hugs!
At least it seems like your February is fruitful–so far. I hope your February blahs go away soon! And thanks for sharing the videos–I especially liked Carol King singing “Chicken soup with rice”–I’d never heard that before.
Thanks to your post, I went to bed singing Carole King last night. Which isn’t a bad thing, really 🙂 I’m sorry that February gets you down and hope she eases up a bit. She is the shortest month, so that helps! On a side note, I’ve always been a bit partial to February since it’s my birthday month.
You may not be enjoying February’s freeze Michelle, but I enjoyed your alliterative response. I can only hope the writing of your poem, delivered some inner warmth.
I forget year to year how unforgiving February really is. Chicken Soup with Rice was a favorite of my girls growing up.
Well you made Phebruary a lot more phun with all your f’ing, Michelle! Thanks and I wish you the brightest blahs possible.