Not a form I usually choose, but I'd still like to know how well, or how horribly, I handled it. I've reposted it... it's usually better to post the final draft, isn't it?
Cinnamon moon candles tangerine sky,
Sand-whispered caress of lost lover’s name.
With message borne, try to rekindle flame
Against hope, loose jess, send red hawk to fly.
Gold oasis hides azure pool, my cries
Tan shadows mock, murmurs remembered name,
Ripe dates' sweet perfume cannot cover shame,
Hubris cloaked duty, worn like a fool's disguise.
Apricot mists ghost across pale beige gloom,
Enfold my mind as raw hashish clouds thought.
Promises broken, destiny kept while
Memory swirls as baleful night shades bloom.
Might life return back to how it was sought?
Desert wind sighs; chill as past lover’s smile.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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