Alas, Rehash
old words tremble on callow lips
pinched off like poison from a rose
and dripped upon the breeze ...
your breath mixed with morning's
stirred with my own, like honeyed chai
yet spiced with argument ... rehashed
Written and submitted on May 27, 2020
For the "Hexastitch It" Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor.
( Syllables = 8, 8, 6, 6, 8, 8, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
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