Today my ‘Throwback Friday’ poem, is from June 2019, and again, as is my way, I have slightly revised the original piece.
Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun (Revised)
I’ve no more secret words of sorrow
Only old lines I’ve borrowed
I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet
The pages were tattered, like Grandma’s cookbook
Hidden in the family’s sacred cabinet
Faded words that now appear outdated
Years of love and dreams relegated
Stored away, but prudently not wasted
My road ahead is now cleared of black snow
The night is not always dark, you know?


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This is beautiful Ivor 💜
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Thank you for your kind words Willow 😊😍🌏
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I love it! This line in particular.
I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet
The pages were tattered, like Grandma’s cookbook
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Thank you for your kind words and I’m glad you liked this one, Dwight
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You are welcome!
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A lovely poem Ivor
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A wonderful revision! A beautiful read! 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you very much Carolyn ..😊🌏😎🎶
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Nicely positive
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Thank you kindly Derrick
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Oh beautiful
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Thank you ☺️
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