It was a rainy day
sheltered inside a bookstore
holding the same book in our hands
we exchanged our first smile while stepping out
It was a sunny day
we run into each other in a park
like old friends
long time no seen
we discussed the characters in the book
It was a cloudy day
we sit in a cafe
tasted the bitter end of the story in the book
It was a snow day
we held each other in front of the fireplace
the burning fire witnessed our own love story
It is another rainy day
the books on the shelf
covered by dust
sitting in the loverseat
trying to--forget you
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I like the way you have linked each stanza and which additionally helped the story you tell flow smoothly .. and whilst the ending was not unexpected, it being a poem and all, it rounded the whole thing of perfectly in my book .. most enjoyable m&m .......... Neville
I am flattered. Thanks. Your comments make my day. MM
Reading can have this profound effect on us all mandm.
Andy
Maybe that is the reason keeps us writing. Thanks.
I second everything Neville said
especially liked the pacing
incorporating a narrative thread
to an emotive love poem,
impressively executed
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Both of you are very kind. Thank you very much for the encouraging comment. MM
The progression adds a knowing frame and the weather, well who doesn’t talk about the weather but this time instead of it being default chit chat it definitely defines my favorite word, these words of climate now trace important events ,, a true juxtaposition as former syllables of discard now chronicle events of import. That was freakin clever and planning that deserves much credito. Nice
My, Oh my. Your comment just makes the "Rainy day" full of sunshine. Thanks. MM
DIG DAT!!
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