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And Winters Are No Doubt
by Philip F De Pinto
I am wedged
In this frigid cage
Titled old age
And Winters are no doubt
Getting more severe - nevertheless
As rugged as they seem
I could lap each one up like cream
Had I my kitten here
Winters are no doubt misunderstood
But my guess is that women
Were made to facilitate them
For men like myself
Clearly abandoned on this Winter shelf
And If I had my kitty back
There would be no need on my part
To say - hurry Heart - hurry Spring
But rather hurry Woman!
Hurry Baby!
And reconstitute in me
The warmth and the chills
As Summer or Winter never could
02/25/2014 Author's Note: inspired by Quentin's forum post
Posted on 02/25/2014
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/25/14 at 03:37 PM Now this, to me, is winter, not the snow nor ice nor wailing wind, but the soul without its mate. Well done, Philip, and I wish, for you, it wasn't so. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/25/14 at 04:34 PM Excellent expression of longing Phil, combined with seasonal elements, which as you infer, can be navigated while standing on one's head...when not alone. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/25/14 at 06:53 PM *****STELLAR***** |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/26/14 at 03:44 PM As I read this I could see the smile of a kitten thinking some day, some day. Really nice write my friend. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/26/14 at 05:02 PM Very much like the sentiment of this poignant but loving tribute to the love of your life. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 02/26/14 at 08:20 PM And yet if poem were pet as clearly as this one springs from its pet peeve, this ooh-la-la french tongue of yours would have more than winter spring summer return the other cheek,... this is sexy & sharp in its longing; makes me think of blue cheese. |
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