A love poem

A love poem

A Poem by Donald Paris

It was a promise of summer


That kept her coming back.


Sunshine, fledgling dreams of amber


Fields. Her hair, tiny strands of black,


Flies. She runs through acres.



It was the promise of summer


And a field of stars


That lovers mummer.


Notes of a guitar


fueled her amour.



It was a promise of summer


Year after year

.

That became her blinder.


Trapping her


In a hopeless frontier.



© 2010 Donald Paris


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murmur not mummer, I think . . .

and, oh, that promise of summer that toys with our emotions and keeps us returning, forgetting that at the end of summer the flowers wither and die

runs through acres is such a lovely phrase

again, welcome

Posted 13 Years Ago



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