Last December night, in the dull ember light
I wrote my first poem to you.
Fragmented lines disjointed rhymes, except I got the stress on your Spanish name right.
Neither the words nor the awkward metaphors, you only fancy the way the sudden shift in tone makes you laugh.
I wrote a hundred more and I knew you read them all.
We've already set our ship to sail, searching for the horizon where the sky and the sea meet.
Last December, I met you and became a poet; by next December I hope we're still exploring the earth.
- Author: Jou Wilder (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 25th, 2024 09:42
- Category: Unclassified
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I like the symbolic part of last December as it reminds me of when I decided to join poetry
Thank you Matheaus254 for engaging with my piece.
I'm glad it resonates with you.
In the mean time...
Enjoy...
Thanks for your engagement.
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