Hat and jacket black as sin
stretch and yearn for the soft lilacs
O this is where the end must begin.
His whispers delight you
more after the gin
and tonic was his gentle touch.
Lather me up as if I were kin
while you wipe carrot stew
from the baby's chin.
Her body resembling
that of a pin
sterling, so sleek and slender
A prize I never shall win.
Darkness your soul reflects
black on the tin.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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3 comments:
Good work, I like the way you develop the poem using repetition in sound, also you did a good job beginning and ending with an image, and the effort to abandon logic was great.
I agree,you did an awsome job! you rhymed when you needed to and presented the images,you have an amazing talent and great imagery. Good Job!!
The poem was great with rhymes. I particularly like where you veered off from a romantic setting to lathering something up and wiping carrots from a babys chin. Great poem and very easy to read!
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