to the innocent child
safely snug in comfort green
your laughter
crowds my heart
to the unrepentant teacher
driven, but never divided
your passion
is a lesson itself
to the patient submissive
whose quiet never quite reaches her eyes
your deserving need
serves my own
and to the fair-skinned woman
who believed when I said time would be enough
your love
is a fulcrum in my life
beautiful read – snags me a bit on “unrepentent” as point isn’t entirely clear to me but unwinds sensuouly and profoundily. Thank you for the read.
Poetry doesn’t have to have a point (plot).
Nice piece. I always did like prose better than poetry. I doesn’t make sense to destroy meaning just to make it fit a rhyme scheme.
Well done, and keep ’em coming.