Rockman Pritts Poet Free verse

The Dogma of Love

Love is like a flower.

It blooms in the spring of its existence.

But as the summer fades, so does its color.

The winter moon watches over the barren stem

Until the sun can shine upon the blossom once again.

Rockman

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Kathryn Collins October 21, 2013 at 8:07 AM Hi Rockman - I just read you comments on my latest poem. Thank you. check your e-mail. Kathy

Kathryn Collins October 20, 2013 at 9:29 AM Dear Rockman - The moon, the moon. Never thought it so vital. Miss your poetry. Kathy

Richard Lamoureux October 18, 2013 at 8:10 AM Sad and yet somehow still hopeful.

Karen Anglesey October 16, 2013 at 1:21 PM Beautifully descriptive as I watch the journey of the flower unfold in your lovely poem :)

Sandra Adams September 21, 2013 at 6:25 AM lovely analogy of love and a flower...enjoyed this one very much :)

Elai Cee September 3, 2013 at 7:09 PM I agree... sometimes love is seasonal! (for me) once the love gets dry, couples should do something to bloom again the flower, do the first move to make the love on fire again@! beautiful! ---Elai

Ilene Bauer September 2, 2013 at 2:41 PM i like this poem very much, just the way you've written it!