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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Monday, April 25, 2016

A Choice, a Shirt, and a Stack of Pancakes--Pensee Poem

It's pensee poem day in National Poetry Month (at least for me).

Fragrant with soap
Dances in the morning breeze
But against the moon, macabre.
In the basket? Not.

Winsome and lithe
Fork in the road confronts her
Will she relax her grip and let
Her elder grow up?

Luscious syrup
Oozes down the yummy stack
Do I cut you in wheel spokes or
Just fold and gulp you?

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy

If you want to know more about Pensee poems, here is the place to look. Enjoy the trip!

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