(sonnet #MMMMMMCXXII)
I heard a soul remark as if'd avail:
"It's Groundhog Day--" Yes. Naked trees line thence
In clustered thinness half the lanes, their dense
Grey shadows like to plaid upon these pale
Dead lawns and sloping ditches, blue skies hale
With fluffy cloudlets' white notes as from hence
Thet keener eye looks down on fields a sense
Of late October haunts, tan stubble frail.
Geese fly oerhead sans aught formation, poor
As who-knows-what, since Pennsylvania'd do
The honours, Daddy sez. What if none stir
Dry boughs to ghastly whispers? Our bones knew.
Some clerk or shopper mentioned it, and you're
Allowed to chide me cuz I love this view.
02Feb17b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
words of wisdom spoken so eloquent
La, you're too nice. Thank you, Sir.
I have come back to read your beautiful poetry.A good poem as usual
👏👏 clapping
Terrific Sonnet,
captivating imagery! 👌
Great presentation and
penned superbly! ☺️
Thanks for sharing poetess!!
Best wishes 🤗 🌹😘 Thad
Thank you, that was kind of you, I guess. On a different note, there's a beauty to the record casually left in my profile on this site as I've been discovering, showing my early work in all its stilted fashion as isn't surprising when we know she's a slow learner, the jump of five years after introducing us to her first days in a year-long daily sonnet challenge embarked upon now almost 13 years ago, my life taking its twists and turns as lives do whileas they last, and when one sees the thousands numbered on my latest its not so odd they are perhaps a tad more fluid than my early, stilted first probably 600 or 700. Imagine if I'd only stopped there. Anyway, enough of me. Thank you again.
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