It's Over

petals drifting slowly from enfeebled branches dreams, forever lost, "Till death do..." we're dead 05/25/2017

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Funom Makama

Date: 7/4/2017 9:02:00 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
Date: 7/4/2017 9:31:00 AM

Thanks for the visit Funom.

Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 5/28/2017 6:29:00 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
Date: 5/28/2017 7:35:00 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.