Sandy Mason Poet Prose Poetry

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Petals fall golden in hue,

                    one by one soft to the touch.

                    Baskets of flowered hope end
 
                    in sad "he love's me not."

                    Laughing and running,

                    over love's broken glass.

                    Prism dreams are shattered

                    black and white.

                    Dawn awakens to bid goodbye

                    to the night's yawn. 

                    The robin's cheery song is full of woe.
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                    Love that was given was stripped

                    and now stands naked and alone, 

                    clothed only by the sun's warmth.
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                    Left with nothing more than a yarn

                    of tangled thoughts.



Contest Entry for First Love Poem

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Carol Sunshine Brown November 28, 2011 at 5:51 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you this morning Sandy. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol