inert, like grey stone
inside a ribbed dewar cage
she was all heart once
the drub and thrum of seasons
now preserved for the next world
Poem by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2022
inert, like grey stone
inside a ribbed dewar cage
she was all heart once
the drub and thrum of seasons
now preserved for the next world
Poem by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2022
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Fascinating poetry, Tony, it’s a lovely riddle to be solved.
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Thank you so much, Michael! 😄
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Hi. I’m new to WordPress and saw your like on my post thank you) so came to see your blog. You actually got me to look up the word dewar: “a double-walled flask of metal or silvered glass with a vacuum between the walls, used to hold liquids at well below ambient temperature.” So thank you for teaching me thru your evocative poem. Maybe I mean provocative? I’ll need to look up more words. I also like how when you click on the “All Heart” part it leads to another poem. And how the heart is literally inside the dewar. This was fun.
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Aw, thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed this poem, and that I taught you a new word. I myself learned it only a few weeks ago! 😋
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Outstanding!
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Thank you so much, Rae. Truly!
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I am ALWAYS impressed by your talent/gift.
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You’re so kind! 😊🙏
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Interesting poem – I like it!
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Thank you!
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Excellent
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Thank you, Dolly!
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My pleasure, Tony.
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