And now she is only a scar,
you can barely see from afar.
It’s something I’ve learned to live with.

I can hide it well behind tears,
and it changes down through the years.
Just something I’ve learned to live with

When it happened, the cut was deep.
The fall was hard, the climb was steep.
Now, something I’ve learned to live with.

Though it will never fade away,
a wound from an unconscious day.
Just something I’ve learned to live with.



Go Vat
*The French Influence can be seen in this one, where there is a longer syllable count and a repeat line or word, and is believed to have become a popular form in the late 1800s.
It consists of a couplet of usually eight syllables, which sets the rhyme for the subsequent stanzas, and a third line which can be repeated totally or phrase or just the final word.

Maybe Apples and Peaches this year,
Strawberries for sure.
So patiently the tender buds
await to grow.

And Volunteers are peeking through,
awakened from their quiescency,
where they performed their subtle dance
neath the Winter snow.

Chives and Thyme and Lavender,
Rosemary, Parsley, and Sage.
All happy and warm and full of love.
Oh no! Where did the Oregano go?

Garlic tops and Lemon Balm,
more fragrant edible things
bring Peace to these troubled times.
For Peace, we all must sow.



*anyone know this style of poetry? I am having a hard time finding it.

Flesh entering other flesh,
is it all about nature?
Hearts need entering as well,
both virgins at birth.