the coming of perfect January 31, 2016 Pierre Adolphe Valettethis secret'll keeplike warm biscuitssquirreled away in a blue smocked tina wee small crack in the pantry windowlet winter sunbeams through a keyholegrin Rene-2016 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments MaryJanuary 31, 2016 at 5:30 PMLove the atmosphere of this poem. Warm biscuits, secrets, sunbeams....what more could one wish for!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySherry Blue SkyJanuary 31, 2016 at 7:28 PMI LOVE the playfulness of that grin through the keyhole.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKutamunJanuary 31, 2016 at 8:12 PMWarm biscuits and the sun are great companions ReplyDeleteRepliesReply✿January 31, 2016 at 10:52 PMSomething tells me the secret won't keep for long. :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMaria MaineroFebruary 1, 2016 at 1:10 AMSounds like a good secret!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplybrudbergFebruary 1, 2016 at 3:58 AMOh that grin through a keyhole... love that thought..ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKathy ReedFebruary 1, 2016 at 5:38 AMSounds like a cozy home in the city on a rainy day ;)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyRosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 1, 2016 at 8:43 AMNice! *Goes to get biscuit.*ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJae RoseFebruary 1, 2016 at 8:49 AMOh what a grin - each word perfectly placed and delicious ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySanaa RizviFebruary 1, 2016 at 10:23 AMI agree, what a delicious setting in this poem :D nicely done :DReplyDeleteRepliesReplyHelen Killeen Bauch McHargueFebruary 1, 2016 at 2:52 PMSo playful and cheerful. Love your grin. ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyC. SandlinFebruary 1, 2016 at 6:09 PMMuch happiness in this, almost a mini-fairy-taleReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKathe W.February 1, 2016 at 8:47 PMyes! I'd rather be inside with a warm biscuit!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySusan AndersonFebruary 2, 2016 at 11:16 AMLast three lines are so lovely.Well, all of it is, but the last three are my favorites.=)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBuddah MoskowitzFebruary 3, 2016 at 5:32 PMSuch a warm and cozy poem.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyhumbirdFebruary 5, 2016 at 12:10 PMThis secret is very intriguing...who lives there? why sunbeams will go only in cracked hole? so interesting beginning of story....ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidFebruary 5, 2016 at 2:36 PMPerfect. I want one!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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Love the atmosphere of this poem. Warm biscuits, secrets, sunbeams....what more could one wish for!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the playfulness of that grin through the keyhole.
ReplyDeleteWarm biscuits and the sun are great companions
ReplyDeleteSomething tells me the secret won't keep for long. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good secret!
ReplyDeleteOh that grin through a keyhole... love that thought..
ReplyDeleteSounds like a cozy home in the city on a rainy day ;)
ReplyDeleteNice! *Goes to get biscuit.*
ReplyDeleteOh what a grin - each word perfectly placed and delicious
ReplyDeleteI agree, what a delicious setting in this poem :D nicely done :D
ReplyDeleteSo playful and cheerful. Love your grin.
ReplyDeleteMuch happiness in this, almost a mini-fairy-tale
ReplyDeleteyes! I'd rather be inside with a warm biscuit!
ReplyDeleteLast three lines are so lovely.
ReplyDeleteWell, all of it is, but the last three are my favorites.
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Such a warm and cozy poem.
ReplyDeleteThis secret is very intriguing...who lives there? why sunbeams will go only in cracked hole? so interesting beginning of story....
ReplyDeletePerfect. I want one!
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