Friday, 12 April 2013

(Day 12) Early Love

Early love

Trees are doing a slow strip
Over a crescent moon
Fishing for an answer

Divorced from the crumpled apples,

And the leaves thrown in our face
In our old tree-house
Like gloves
And a love increasing
Before our eyes,

Turning the sky purple with envy
In the early morning sunrise. 

(I challenge you to “write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.” Honesty is the best policy, after all, so get it off your chest! .. I wrote a somewhat subtle poem in response but may return to this in more depth after)

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