Anthi’s ears always hear me say, hello
With my eyes, as I absorb her treasures
With some trepidation, afraid that slow-
Going could spell a loss of some pleasures
Which, of course, never happens with my belle
Since she is in tune with my soul’s being
Having carried it all her life, a shell
In her heart, both seeing and unseeing
Waiting patiently for a pandemic
That will also trigger certain movements
Within and without the epistemic
Tribulations of likely improvements
Apparent when she takes everything off
And I feel my wooden heart’s Anthi trough
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Anthi's ears also listen.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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When We Were Very Young
In another box set that my parents got me when I was younger contained four books by A.A. Milne. 'When We Were Very Young' is a collection of poems that Milne wrote for his son Christopher Robin. This is a book that is full of references to Mr. Edward Bear, but a lot of the poems give some various descriptions of life of a very young child and where, when, how and why they do what they do. The illustrations are quite cute for you can see what Christopher Robin is and may be thinking. Also, Pooh Bear does make his self-known at various points. I have read these verses many, many times over the years and each time make me feel good about myself.
By Mark Grahama day ago in Critique
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