An Early, January ThawA Poem by PeteThaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces. - Thoreauoh where did yesterday go memories are like rising dough
today's sun exhaled warm, consoling breath upon it aging a young maiden's fragile, young pelt as she traipsed and frolicked beneath her best sunday bonnet providing deep fodder for a lost man's seasoned sonnet sitting nearby 'pon my usual bench with milo playing a no-stakes, solitary game of numberless high-low wondering what it is that i used to so well know oh why did i let her melt © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on January 12, 2024 Last Updated on January 12, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, 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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