I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon
Killing the thought of a sad note letter
It is hurting at our last rocking moon
You tell me of some difficult weather
I am trying this unusual drop of tears
How calm, how sober, how quiet I am
To cover from and away your years
When at a prior sunset you’re gone
Gone as a swift, swift air of tonight
Tomorrow my sunrise at ease
I make some teasing at summer’s bright
Taunting like our first of yesterday’s feast
I motion at a drive of super gear
Leaving an open door for another dear
2008
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Reblogged this on chester maynes.
Wonderful poem and play with words. Enjoyed it very much.
thanks so much for visiting my blog and for liking this one! 🙂
The rhyme scheme in this is really interesting. Kudos on a successful sonnet and thanks for stopping by dirtywordlaundry.wordpress.com!
and thanks to you too! I also look forward to more of your great writing! 🙂