The Equator pens with its protractor – the earth’s axis,
Dinner invitations to the hemispheres and poles.
North and South; those equidistant cousins,
Chilly polar opposites, keep the frozen truce.
Thus, on Artic winds, inscribe their icy regrets,
As they glacial their palace for the Winter solstice.
Impressive tools to mark what feels like what once was happy, ends on a sombre not.
Stoic, penned with precision, unwavering closing lines.
How did you put down your pen and pushed back the chair.
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Awesome observation. Joy comes in warmth bundled up in the cold. The equator juxtaposes the north and south poles. And, true, the chair pushes back on one poem and rolls its wheels to the table of another😊❤
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Lol….that is a good one …poetry on wheels….
Spoilt for choice….enjoy table.
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😊 Have a beautiful rest of the day.
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Beautiful personification! Nature’s precision is vividly evident. Well done Suzette.
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Thank you! I appreciate your words of support. May you be blessed and enjoy great peace this day.
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Beautiful my friend. Suzette you have an excellent ability to use the English language and you can certainly write a great poem. “Thus, on Arctic winds, inscribe their icy regrets,” I love this line. Stay well and blessed my friend. Love you Joni
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Oh wow, I am stunned and humbled by your lovely comments. So glad you enjoyed it. And, I appreciate deeply your support. Thank you Joni. Blessings to you as well. Stay safe. 💖🙏
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You too my friend. Thank you for the kind blessing my friend. Love and many hugs. ❤️💕🤗Joni
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Always a pleasure, Joni❤❤
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Hi!
C’est très beau!
Merci pour ce magnifique poème. 🙂
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Merci beaucoup ❤
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