Jean Bush Poet Rhyme

The Pit

So what is love?
A kiss, a touch, a state of mind;
A fickle glance, a poet’s line.
An unending pit of shame
Into which sordid passions rain.
A “forever” love I’ll never claim.

But wait…
Who comes and passes by?
He stops and looks back, enticingly shy.
He beckons, I follow~~~
Watch out!  The Pit!!
Too late…

I
    fall
           to
                 meet
                             the
                                     bottom.

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Running Wolves December 25, 2019 at 8:25 PM Those darned pits sometimes ya just can't miss em no matter how hard ya try Jean Bush December 25, 2019 at 8:35 PM So true. Still feeling my way.

M. L. Kiser October 20, 2018 at 1:30 PM Bang!!! You've just hit. I can see this one; great imagery. Jean Bush October 20, 2018 at 1:32 PM Thanks so much.