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the coming of perfect


Pierre Adolphe Valette

this secret'll keep
like warm biscuits
squirreled away 
in a blue smocked tin
a wee small crack 
in the pantry window
let winter sunbeams 
through a keyhole
grin 

Rene-2016

 



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  1. MaryJanuary 31, 2016 at 5:30 PM

    Love the atmosphere of this poem. Warm biscuits, secrets, sunbeams....what more could one wish for!

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 31, 2016 at 7:28 PM

    I LOVE the playfulness of that grin through the keyhole.

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  3. KutamunJanuary 31, 2016 at 8:12 PM

    Warm biscuits and the sun are great companions

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  4. ✿January 31, 2016 at 10:52 PM

    Something tells me the secret won't keep for long. :)

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  5. Maria MaineroFebruary 1, 2016 at 1:10 AM

    Sounds like a good secret!

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  6. brudbergFebruary 1, 2016 at 3:58 AM

    Oh that grin through a keyhole... love that thought..

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  7. Kathy ReedFebruary 1, 2016 at 5:38 AM

    Sounds like a cozy home in the city on a rainy day ;)

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 1, 2016 at 8:43 AM

    Nice! *Goes to get biscuit.*

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  9. Jae RoseFebruary 1, 2016 at 8:49 AM

    Oh what a grin - each word perfectly placed and delicious

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  10. Sanaa RizviFebruary 1, 2016 at 10:23 AM

    I agree, what a delicious setting in this poem :D nicely done :D

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  11. Helen Killeen Bauch McHargueFebruary 1, 2016 at 2:52 PM

    So playful and cheerful. Love your grin.

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  12. C. SandlinFebruary 1, 2016 at 6:09 PM

    Much happiness in this, almost a mini-fairy-tale

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  13. Kathe W.February 1, 2016 at 8:47 PM

    yes! I'd rather be inside with a warm biscuit!

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  14. Susan AndersonFebruary 2, 2016 at 11:16 AM

    Last three lines are so lovely.

    Well, all of it is, but the last three are my favorites.

    =)

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  15. Buddah MoskowitzFebruary 3, 2016 at 5:32 PM

    Such a warm and cozy poem.

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  16. humbirdFebruary 5, 2016 at 12:10 PM

    This secret is very intriguing...who lives there? why sunbeams will go only in cracked hole? so interesting beginning of story....

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  17. Tess KincaidFebruary 5, 2016 at 2:36 PM

    Perfect. I want one!

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