Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Pan - Poem by Stan Petrovich

A lilting melody accompanies me
Down the white-rock earthen path-
Played by Pan, half man,
And the air is an arc of rainbow drops,
With the forest smell pervasive,
The tug of gravity pushing my thighs;
The brunch underfoot of my creature company;
He scares me more than a little,
The cleft feet and all;
The rank putrid smell,
But at the town gate he blows a piercing f sharp;
Turns and disappears into the foliage;
Leaving me lonely again.


Comments about Pan by Stan Petrovich

  • (4/1/2014 12:51:00 PM)


    A touch by the deity always leaves me in awe...I have yet to write a poem about Pan... (Report) Reply

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  • (4/1/2014 12:51:00 PM)


    A touch by the deity always leaves me in awe...I have yet to write a poem about Pan... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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