Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 198 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Peregrina, - Poem by Stan Petrovich

I fly over the wooded creek
Always a friend to seek.
There he is, a man, an archetypical Hermit,
Living off the land
Hard & bold
No matter how cold

See is no pretender
He controls the fire
Into which embers glow like ire
By my winds fanned:
I do not understand

I am destined to be a guest
In his little wooden house
Traipse in there
To catch a mouse
He plays cards and holds a deuce
He blinks at me
I swivel my head & blink back- -
Like in the Exorcist, no excuse...
No humdrum meaning


Comments about Peregrina, by Stan Petrovich

  • Rookie - 321 Points Poetheart Morgan (1/27/2014 1:25:00 PM)

    Finally Poet...I think you are better now is not? ? ? I was worried about Peregrina....but she was a good friend to you....now just memories... creepy and sweet at same time.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014



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