Deborah Burch Poet Rhyme

If I

If I...

If I, upon waking, remember you not...
If the torrents of lost love grow cold where once hot
And ooze from this ebbing flow of life...
Trickling...trickling...trickling into the night
Where wanton souls are forgot:

Where will I be? And, what is my lot?
Abandoned as unpicked fruit left to rot
On a spiraling trellis---the ravenous in sight---
Hammering...hammering...hammering in thrustful plight
I aimlessly wander the same spot.

©deborah burch
2005

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Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2012 at 8:16 PM so poetic this is. VERY nice, and congratulations on your win.

Sara Kendrick March 20, 2012 at 1:34 PM Congrats on your winning work in Brian's contest...Sara

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 19, 2012 at 3:36 PM Congrats, Deborah! A well-deserved win. Every line heartfelt. "Abandoned as unpicked fruit left to rot", what a great line! Blessings, Rhonda Deborah Burch March 20, 2012 at 1:05 AM Rhonda, thank you dear, so very much for your kindness...and the blessings ;) love, Deb

Carol Sunshine Brown March 19, 2012 at 12:39 PM Congratulations on your well deserved win in Brian's "Ten For" contest Deborah. Love, Carol Deborah Burch March 20, 2012 at 1:01 AM Thank you sooo much Carol...hugggs,Deb

Gwendolen Song March 19, 2012 at 3:12 AM Susan Burch! Why I absolutely see why this one won,darling! It is amazing in its ponderings...every line is sheer excellence. Congrats on a fantastic poem. :) Gwendolen Deborah Burch March 19, 2012 at 3:42 AM What wonderful heart felt encouragement, Gwendolen!! Thank you so very much, my friend! Big Hug~Deborah Burch~ ;) lol