In Memory Of Ezra Pound Poem by Tom Billsborough
In Memory Of Ezra Pound
The blossoms of the apricot
Wind unseen
Touched and touching
Recurring dream
Friday, June 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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5/5/2024 9:18:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i have a recurring dream about touching, but there are no apricots, just melons. In Memory of Pound Cake My mom was a rather good baker. If she wasn't baking, I'd make her. I'd yell: For goodness sake, BAKE! I NEED to eat fresh pound CAKE! ! And don't forget to buy the ice...cream, or forever I shall LOUDLY.......scream! bri :)
hey, have you a spy camera here? I've just eaten a huge chunk of Chocky cake with my Haagan Daz, Bailey's Liqueur flavoured Ice cream. Better put a lock on fridge door in case you have some drones aimed in this direction.