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And Not Cruel
by Philip F De Pinto
Blow blow
What strange
Compulsion in
The room with a view
Has what it takes to take
A pot shot at a snow flake
At such close range
Couldn't miss if he tried
So he figured
So he did
His eyes need be
Examined so your surmise
Or maybe the solution
Is him chewing
More carrots
Or not be nudged in
The act of
Shooting
By one partial
To snow flakes
As many as it takes
For the lonely son
In the yard
To pile into snow woman
On whom he will develop
A crush
Then fall head o'er heels
In love
A love which alas
Will go the way of all love
Arrived Spring
Leaving puddles of heartache in its wake
Which is what the strange compulsion
In the room with a view
Was trying to prevent
And not cruel and mindless act
On his part
Who as a lonely pup
Fell hard and in love
With many ephemeral kittens he piled
In the yard in the solstices
Of his winter heart
Despite his father being a crack shot
And his mom a nudge
09/15/2013 Posted on 09/15/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/13 at 06:57 PM I particularly love the second to last stanza, it really stood out for me |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/16/13 at 12:22 AM amazing, as always -- I'm always struck by your word weaving...and how it flows effortlessly down the page but is really so very intricate, efficient and vivid -- so well crafted. I usually hate to pull out specific lines, but by the time I got to, "Leaving puddles of heartache in its wake," my jaw was on the floor... |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/16/13 at 12:14 PM It took awhile to find some time to fully absorb and appreciate this. My instincts are telling me to remind you that you, Philip, are a good father and will continue to be....and you are the role model as a grandfather as well...and will continue to be. |
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