Andrea Dietrich Poet Sonnet

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Since I can find no poem in my anthology that has not been entered into any contest at all, I will post this sonnet written over 25 years ago, imagining revisiting a farm  from yesteryears.

This is for Silent One's Any Poem Not For Contest Poetry Contest

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The Visit Home

There's wood for chopping stacked up near the door
to fuel warm fires in the kitchen stove
which Papa proudly bought when I was four,
long time before I left this house to rove.

A puppy lies contented on the rug.
He's bigger than the one I'd called my own,
that pet I'd named for what he was, my Pug,
who cheered me up when I was all alone.

Whenever Mama cleaned, she shooed us out,
and off we'd run down to the swimming hole.
Now Papa's dead and Mama's got the gout.
I rise to go outside and take a stroll.

I bid farewell to summers gone for good;
before I leave again . . . I'll chop that wood.

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Joseph May January 17, 2024 at 6:34 AM A touching and sentimental write on the memory of loved ones and the childhood home...

Linda Alice Fowler January 10, 2024 at 3:40 PM A great write Andrea! I feel as though I need to help you chop that wood. Congratulations! :)

James Peranteau January 7, 2024 at 6:56 PM though i'm highly allergic, Pugs are my favorite, Noah's family have the sum...i responded to the writes which you commented on...much love

Duke Beaufort January 7, 2024 at 8:47 AM A very interesting visit. The changes are inevitable and sad, but we hope they had and we have the life we want or wanted to have. That is not such an easy task in this complex world that sometimes limits our choices. It's nice that you chopped the wood. A symbol for taking care the best you can.

Robert Warlov January 6, 2024 at 8:33 AM Such a shocking image transition ~ from a child and puppy running, to a dead father and then, a stroll to bid farewell to Summer and not her mother. Good thing mama's got a pug. Like particular facets of a broken heart ~ Warmth? Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2024 at 10:48 AM Hmmm I think you missed something. Haha

Ink Empress January 5, 2024 at 2:12 AM This is soul touching and so evocative dear sweet andrea: i felt the depth of this especially when you said “ Now Papa's dead and Mama's got the gout.“ that made me sad. Sigh! As always your sonnet rhymes well and flows so seamlessly! I always enjoy reading your different types of poems, each one has a sincere touch. Congratulations on your win too. Sending you light today and always Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2024 at 10:49 AM Thanks. I used to write only sonnets. I have hundreds of them now.

Silent One January 4, 2024 at 12:56 PM Seriously from your ten million poems you cold not find one nor for the contest??? I am sure there are some early ones there... anyway was nice to see a sonnet from you when you were 10 (25 years ago) just kidding.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest.. Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2024 at 10:51 AM Thanks. I believe there are two poems that were too late to be in the contests they were written for but I probably put them in contests for oldies. Or for. Brian. I can't even remember their titles. Silent One January 4, 2024 at 10:43 PM I admire your honesty Andrea.. Andrea Dietrich January 4, 2024 at 8:36 PM Seriously. I get all my ideas from the challenges and most of my older works I also put into challenges when they matched contest descriptions. And when older poems are allowed, I use some of my poems here again and again. I am amazed how many poems the contests have inspired me to write. Thanks for the second place!

Anitha Jayasankar January 4, 2024 at 9:42 AM Aw, this is such a cute poem that you had written long ago ... Loved reading it from the beginning till the end... Glad you have rewritten this sonnet for the contest... I read your mail and will be replying to you soon sweet friend... Best wishes and hugs... ~ Ani

Victor Buhagiar January 4, 2024 at 9:10 AM Brilliant sonnet, Andrea. Wish I could see you cutting wood :) Hugs Andrea Dietrich January 4, 2024 at 8:38 PM That you will never see haha. Unless there is an apocalypse!