...cuz I miss YOU--but I'm certainly NOT gonna say so.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXX)
Blue heavns wink from thin puddles snaking thence
Across the naked blacktop, til a veil
Of clouds spread oer such seas, and warmth too frail,
How snow lies whitely on green lawns, a sense
Of what, exactly? in that note, fr'intents?
For e'en a **** grown through the cracks looks pale,
The hope of pink-tinged satin petals' tale
Upon erm, the Magnolia tree asks whence?
May will be here in April's wake, ere we're
Adjusted to the thought that Winter's through.
Why did I ever think twas not so, poor
As feeling des'late now? Are your eyes blue?
Will I e'er know? Or was it* all as twere
Some freighted dream I tried to realize 'new?
28Apr19b
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
...cuz I miss YOU--but I'm certainly NOT gonna say so.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXX)
Blue heavns wink from thin puddles snaking thence
Across the naked blacktop, til a veil
Of clouds spread oer such seas, and warmth too frail,
How snow lies whitely on green lawns, a sense
Of what, exactly? in that note, fr'intents?
For e'en a **** grown through the cracks looks pale,
The hope of pink-tinged satin petals' tale
Upon erm, the Magnolia tree asks whence?
May will be here in April's wake, ere we're
Adjusted to the thought that Winter's through.
Why did I ever think twas not so, poor
As feeling des'late now? Are your eyes blue?
Will I e'er know? Or was it* all as twere
Some freighted dream I tried to realize 'new?
28Apr19b
*NOTE: yes, it was doofus. Um, so don't dream. Just figure out later what on earth DID happen. Cuz trying for an online connection doesn't fix "it."
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