by Clara Mae Gregory
kindled a kiss extinguished
by our rationale
as fulfilling as
the fungicide fermenting
love inside our hearts.
Author's Note: ....it was over before it began...we are just friends...... I guess.
Posted on 05/30/2011
Copyright © 2023 Clara Mae Gregory
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/30/11 at 10:00 PM|
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/28/11 at 11:51 PM|
Great choice of words, crappy situation.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/17/11 at 02:19 PM|
the words live outer their context, outer their content. these words live on which ever side of the street they will, and whether they chose to live on the sunny or shady side, choosing either would not affect their beauty, how they flow so like a stream, so like a string o'er a gypsy violin.
|Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 02/28/12 at 05:03 AM|
Sigh, so moving and evocative. I wonder where she is and how she is doing? Sigh one fine poem. Clara Mae Gregory and thank you.