The empty swing; secluded
To be enjoyed; Lord
By two who let it; wait
The empty swing; thaw
Not even that is a reach; believe
The empty swing; holds love
To be enjoyed; mate
By two who let it; wait
The empty swing; no solace
Not even that is a reach; fatigue
The empty swing; maturity
To be enjoyed; Miss Rose
By two who let it ; commitment
The empty swing; monotonous
Not even that is a reach; solace
The empty swing; unbearable
By two who let it; unfulfilled
To be enjoyed; embroidery
The empty swing; broke me
Not even that is a reach; answer
Sharon Rose T. ©
To be enjoyed; Lord
By two who let it; wait
The empty swing; thaw
Not even that is a reach; believe
The empty swing; holds love
To be enjoyed; mate
By two who let it; wait
The empty swing; no solace
Not even that is a reach; fatigue
The empty swing; maturity
To be enjoyed; Miss Rose
By two who let it ; commitment
The empty swing; monotonous
Not even that is a reach; solace
The empty swing; unbearable
By two who let it; unfulfilled
To be enjoyed; embroidery
The empty swing; broke me
Not even that is a reach; answer
Sharon Rose T. ©
13 comments:
I love the tensions of repetitive pulses in this poem! Just beautiful!
I enjoyed your poem. In particular:
The empty swing; holds love
To be enjoyed; mate
It is a very interesting form, I read it many times to fully grasp the style. Great job! :-)
interesting fan of emotions and truths
Very unique and interesting incorporation of all the words. Bravo!
Nicely done - this poem gathers strength with each reading.
I've read your poem several times and enjoyed each reading more. BJ
So many little ideas packed into this poem!
Oh, wow. I love this, each stanza swinging back to the empty swing. Fantastic images and language.
I am kind of trying to understand the form. Anything different in poetry interests me. I like it a lot.
Weddings and Beheadings
Very Unique and fantastic post! I loved reading your lines.
Spiritual and emotional Lela.
The repetition furthers the
feeling of yearning.
Beautiful words in a skillful use of form. The empty swing is a riveting image.
it is when two rivers meet that new depths are discovered...
admire your poem and creativity :)
Post a Comment