There is no incorrect use of logic, for that would be illogical. And there is no incorrect use of emotion. Each stands on its premises – logic on axioms, emotion on perceptions. A poem that is beautiful and artful usually uses both and blends them in invigorating patterns. How can a poem be anything but surface if it uses only logic? It is like a scientific dissertation. To say “the snow makes me warm” is to apply emotion to “snow is reflective of all frequencies of light, much as the sun is a generator of all.” Jroday is one of those poets who lean much further toward emotion than you and I do. We can learn from them.

Listen to him trump his way out of trying to trump.

Both of you shrivelled old man's sacks have misunderstood the use of the word 'trump' anyhow: 'To trump' (intransitive) is to produce a smug, trumpet-like sound from between one's buttocks.

Rather than admitting any possible use for my admittedly far-fetched metaphor, you have chosen to misrepresent it, setting up a substitute straw-man for your arrows. Go ahead, for whatever use that is to you. I fail to see how it is useful to me.

What appears dim to you appears bright to me, and not weak either. The poem reflects a strong feeling I had while walking along a dusty road on a cold winter day. The connection between dark colored objects (pain) and their white coverings of snow was just as strong.

And who is this glorious "us" whoss demands I must humbly meet?

You nerd! QUESTION: What's long and round and got a head on it?

Short for Sparkinder the bush mongoose

He reminds me of the way fuzzylogic attempted to be high minded without doing any research into what the site was about before commenting and then handing out guff like it was Christmas. There must be some way of shooing these people along; perhaps a gigantic internet shoo horn?