Red winter.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 11 comments link this postA poem about the season of perpetual nosebleeds
Due mainly to dry weather
As I shall now describe
by Julie R. Neidlinger
Little red riding hood
had nothing on the kleenex
jammed up my nose.
Good morning! it said, flowering out
like a red-tipped carnation.
'Tis no greater joy
than to discover that the heart still beats
with proof of that dripping
down your face.
Good morning! it says, thump thump
gush gush.
The best part of waking up?
Not Folger's, or cups.
But testing out my new double-soft
tissues from the patterned box
Good morning! they say, thirstily.
Two-ply vampires, get thee hence!
And the Oxi-Clean
On my ruined shirt.
Has no morning greeting
Since I don't do laundry first thing on waking up.
Red Winter.
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 1/14/2008 12:24:00 AM
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11 Comments:
I have suffered this for most of my 62 years. Been hospitalized even. Been cauterized.
Leaving a red trial around the house. It's frustrating.
What is interesting is you will not bleed much in Nicaragua. Humidity.
I don't bleed as much in IL as i did in ND.
I did learn that the way to stop it all when it happens is pressure and not plugs.
Red winter indeed.
By 
Gene Redlin, at
14/1/08 08:23
Our English teachers are teaching poetry this quarter. Would you mind if I gave them "Red Winter" to use as an example of . . . ?
By Rey, at
14/1/08 09:09
Ha ha ha. Use "Red Winter" as an example of....
bad poetry?
hideously bad poetry?
the non-poet's efforts at being poetic?
what not to do at the computer?
Ha ha.
By all means, go right on ahead.
:-)
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
14/1/08 09:15
Well ... how about I leave it up to the English teachers to decide?
It's actually not hideously bad poetry. Granted, it's not Keats ... but I'm sure he had his moments, too.
By Rey, at
14/1/08 09:32
"Granted, it's not Keats ... but I'm sure he had his moments, too."
That's going to be a blog title someday.
It's perfect on so many levels.
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
14/1/08 09:43
Try rubbing some Vaseline lotion in/under/along each nostril before you go out.
By 
, at
14/1/08 11:46
Gee, do I get an acknowledgement?
(lawyers lurking in the background.)
By Rey, at
14/1/08 12:04
My lawyers are better than your lawyers.
Seriously -- I would likely link back to this post for reference, and also to expose as many future readers to my bad poetry as possible.
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
14/1/08 12:45
"...and also to expose as many future readers to my bad poetry as possible."
Isn't there some kind of requirement of bloggers rather like the Hippocratic oath ... you know, "First do no harm"?
By Rey, at
14/1/08 13:20
There is no such oath.
You should be quaking in your shoes.
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
14/1/08 14:03
Oh, the humanity!!!
Don't forget the innocent children.
By Rey, at
14/1/08 14:52
