On Winter Nights

By luigi_pagano

Thu, 09 May 2019
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A verbless poem.
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On winter nights,
after a week of hard work,
bright and cosy
in our warm room,
in a comfortable chair
by a roaring log fire.
Temptation:
a Havana cigar
or a cigarette.
No, better not
(good health
a consideration).
But a bottle of malt
on a silver salver
and a crystal glass,
– full of golden nectar –
in one’s hand,
most definitely yes.
Pure heaven!

© Luigi Pagano

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by evancromwell on

 Nice! I love the concept and excecution! Isn't "roaring" a verb though?

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Many thanks for your nice comment evancromwell. Much appreciated.
As for your query of the term 'roaring', you may be thinking that it is the present participle of the verb 'roar' but it isn't. It is an adjective to describe the fire's intensity. See the dictionary definition below 

roar·ing

 (rôr′ĭng)
adj.
1. Very lively or successful; thriving: a roaring trade.
2. Used as an intensive: roaring drunk.

Best wishes, Luigi.

 

Submitted by Nolan on

And who said you can't write a sentence without a verb in! Well perhaps you can put some other words together to make a verb?

Ok also, what about "better not"? Well definitely the verbs are not explicit but there are those implied. Yours is more like conversation and not really prose in my opinion.

Quite a challenge this, a puzzle. One thinks also of "to be is to do".

Cheers! Nolan

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Hi Nolan, the English language is versatile and one can manipulate it to produce a variety of poetry, prose and, as you say, puzzles. Experimentation can be fun and stretches the imagination.
Thanks for reading this effort of mine and commenting.

Best wishes, Luigi