Fragrance from colorful buds is soft to the touch
New love, shinier than that lost, even if you buff
Passion walks into love on a broken crutch
One's last love, unlike first, is made of stronger stuff
Matured in bandages
it dreams of a past fever
where a child manages
to hold onto a stuffed beaver
Hands of a clock paint spots on fresh fruit
Breakfast grows into a cold dinner
a rotted peach, the river of time does pollute
Dust and cobwebs become the winner
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: July 31st, 2024 05:42
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Cassie58, Tristan Robert Lange, Bella Shepard
Comments10
This is truly beautiful, love every line they emotionally swept me up, a second chance and such a wonderful end, my favourite subject ever. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy your remarks touch me and are so appreciated.
So poetically penned sorenbarrett. Loved your expression here for second chances. Have a great day.
Thanks so much Cassie your remarks are too kind. They are always appreciated.
Ahh, more dinner suggestions for KP, and dessert too - Stuffed Beaver, and Rotted Peach for afters. heehee.
Thanks Orchi it seems that I always find a menu for you.
Yes, I will hire you as KP's chef! lol. The rhyme 'Slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails' may be what little boys are made of, though KP's made of botox and old trouts! lol.
Soren, I really enjoyed your poem! The way you compare new love to colorful buds and then reflect on the passage of time with images like the 'rotted peach' is so powerful. It captures that mix of excitement and nostalgia beautifully. I love how you show that while love can change, it also grows stronger through experiences. Thanks for sharing such a heartfelt piece!
Thanks so much Tristan for the review and most gracious remarks they are so kind and valued.
this is a fine (very) example of why
I first fell in love with poetry .. I simply don't think it can be faulted .. Neville
Neville coming from a poet like yourself I feel most humbled. I thank you.
To have lived it, is to know. This is from the heart and so beautifully versed.
Tis true my friend, one needs to be grateful for all one's experiences whether full of joy or dampened with rain they make us who we are.
A splendid poem of
love a second time around!
Ones last love, unlike first, is
made of stronger stuff! YES! 👍
My pleasure to read indeed!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you Thad for the review and generous words they are most appreciated
Superb work. Great imagery and use of the senses.
Thanks so much Thomas I appreciate the read and comment
Lovely emotive words soren.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy for the read and kind words they are valued
"Passion walks into love on a broken crutch" = killer line. Whole thing shines. nice work. I've come to expect it from you, sorenbarrett.
Thank you for your kindness it is most appreciated Dan.
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