The Fifty Cent Tour

Sunday, January 31, 2016

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

 



18 comments:

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

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  2. I LOVE the playfulness of that grin through the keyhole.

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  3. Warm biscuits and the sun are great companions

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

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

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

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  7. Oh what a grin - each word perfectly placed and delicious

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

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

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

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  11. Last three lines are so lovely.

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

    =)

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  12. 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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