The Solace of Olives
by Bill Yarrow
When I lived in Valdosta,
I relied on
the solace of olives
When I moved to Brainerd,
I depended on
the solace of olives
Transferred to Taos,
I turned to
the solace of olives
Alone in Eugene,
I sought out
the solace of olives
Retired in Anaheim,
I entertain
the solace of olives
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in 2009 in new aesthetic as part of a seven-poem e-book entitled "The Perfume of The Pony-Tailed Girl Who Played Alone with Darts"
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Enjoyed the poem, Bill. Nice form.
i like this a lot. And what a strange thing, an olive, to to rely on solace from. To me, that makes it. Good writing, good form.
Relied,depended, turned, sought and entertain. Like the way it runs linear with stages in life.