- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Turkey Dump
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Autumn falls upon our sunshine love,
tears descending from grey clouds above.
Memories of time together fading
leaves from green to red now shading.
Summer’s passion has grown cold
but with first frost new forms unfold.
Harvest moon horizons invite
to new adventures in the night.
And by this letter to dear John
I must confess our love is gone.
- COMMENTS
legerdemerover 5 years agoBut not to the muse. I really like the playfulness. It reads like the parting words of a Don Juan blowing a kiss over his shoulder as he redirects his sights elsewhere. Well done.
HarryHillover 5 years agobut at last I got it. Each two lines are like a haiku, very temporal I believe is what I'm trying to say, then each lead from heart break, to love, to closure. Very nicely done and different from the other one of yours I've read. All the marbles.
