16.03.2025
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
3rd place in the contest
The white almond blooms once again Who hasn’t wanted to sing the praises of the complete Trigger the sense of smell with this special odor Green pickles used to be so eager, now hears my groan I hate thinking of the blue moldy, the debility of aging With a wrench I closed the lid of all pleasure In the treetops the crows roared with laughter - that it is terribly rude to laugh If laughter was their only joy, frailty showed A fire burned in me, the soul tormented I can’t bear to eat my food with a toothpick after becoming slow and contemplative
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