It's Over


petals
drifting slowly
from enfeebled branches
dreams, forever lost, "Till death do..."
we're dead


05/25/2017

lost lovecinquain

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Funom Makama

July 4, 2017 at 9:02 AM

Oh my goodness! This is why I always miss your work when I stay away from this site for a while. Your choice of words and perfect blend of a cute message is beyond description. This is definitely good..

James Inman

July 4, 2017 at 9:31 AM

Thanks for the visit Funom.

Anne-Marie Coreggia

May 28, 2017 at 6:29 AM

Oops, the fateful phrase, unfinished here, seems symbolic of love interrupted and the abrupt ending reinforces the split. It is beautifully and cleverly done. I love the way the poem grows on the page until the final words come down with what, to me, looks like a death sentence:) Amitiés

James Inman

May 28, 2017 at 7:35 AM

Thank you for your insightful comment Anne-Marie. It was meant for a contest but was not the correct form. Modern Cinquain was the form requested. This is Classic. I wrote another for the contest but I like this one better.

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