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Veronica
by Philip F De Pinto
Veronica
Was a Lake
of Ice
You could not agitate
By shaking
Or setting foot in
But it would be a mare of another hue
if you pursued a different tact
And were given to donning skates
in lieu of giving her the shakes
Then you could slide
Clear and clean across
Till you reached
The portions of Veronica
Which were thinner
And there she would
Begin to crack
And your foot
Begin to sink in
03/01/2013 Posted on 03/01/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 03/01/13 at 11:56 PM Amazing...those first three lines grabbed me and made promises that the rest of the piece totally kept... I don't get to read here very often, but am always amazed and drawn in by your wit...so glad to read you tonight... |
| Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/07/13 at 10:01 AM What an excellent poem! You have captured so well the essence of the woman who in the words of the Stones is cold,oh so cold but at the same time so alluring. |
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