![]() Old, Not-So-Secret RecipeA Poem by Pete![]() He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise. - Thoreau![]() lick my arid soul don't hug my bones clinch darkness along with light then i'll know you love me when emotions have no choice and wrong becomes right i'll know it's real when wanting fingers tear open a stubborn seal as thankful souls pray and kneel as weary, praying hands cut cards and deal and electricity once again flows from a dead eel give me nothing and everything help my blind eyes to see put knitting needles through my dark mind and empty head unstitched emotions bold make me feel something, anything deal, even from the bottom of the deck if you must, just don't fold quickly, before an already bent over day gets too tired and old © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 27, 2023 Last Updated on March 27, 2023 Author![]() PeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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