Brenda
Brenda broke down
in big baleful tears
breaking a blue vase.
Bob was dead,
her beloved Bob, the boatman!
Oh, bittersweet the
book ending.
All through the balmy, blazing summer
she had written from her bleeding pen
of bliss beyond her boring life.
Under blue moons
Bob, kissed her . . .
She was Brenda, the beautiful
belle in her book.
She still felt his last blood-stained kisses
on her body, her lips, her bosom.
Boundless her desire!
Oh, broken sad dreams
of Bob
her fictional boatman love!
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October 1, 2016
Free Verse/Brenda
Copyright Protected, ID 834757
Submitted to the contest, Any HM Ever
Sponsor, Laura Loo (March 30, 2017)
First Place
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(Submitted to the contest, Brenda, October 2016, HM)
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