Triple scoop frosty freeze but dressed warm to bare the clouds collected thoughts with thrill of solitude to take a big bite out of the day. . Fills me with vanilla lemon bisque. I accept the toss of a pebble into the River of life in your triptych poem that draws my attention to time to live and cold hand oof a friend missed who waits at home with hot drink when I return.
To feel is to live.
What a beauty, Jonathan. And a feeling.
Thanks so much, Patris — yes, the feeling is what it’s all about.
Triple scoop frosty freeze but dressed warm to bare the clouds collected thoughts with thrill of solitude to take a big bite out of the day. . Fills me with vanilla lemon bisque. I accept the toss of a pebble into the River of life in your triptych poem that draws my attention to time to live and cold hand oof a friend missed who waits at home with hot drink when I return.
Thank you, Richard. I wonder if any ice cream parlor has thought to name their triple-scoop option The Triptych
Patten the name and sell the big scoop to a parlor near you.
Love the repetition of lines, the rythmn, the images.
Thank you, Karen
Just so beautiful.
Thank you, Ann
Worth reading, rereading, reading again.
Thank you, Mark
👍
thank you
Lovely. My favorite lines:
“The morning light, the taste of tears,
The sounds of things that no one hears
Like ships out on the ocean tossed”
Thank you, Margaret Ann