Ken Carroll Poet Free verse

Thief

I can recall
the hours and days
you stole time from me

You said forget the past
with kisses that erased my memory
you becoming my future

In the park
where the ground
was dressed in fallen hues

Fashioning a blanket
out of the calico leaves
to give their death purpose

Then in September
in time for the harvest
we became thieves

You stole my heart
much like bees
steal honey from flowers

Just before a lover
plucks them from the ground...

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John Lawless April 4, 2014 at 9:40 PM Ken, nicely written. I like the use of nature as the metaphor for loves dalliance. Ken Carroll April 4, 2014 at 10:43 PM Thank you John, much appreciated!

Poet Destroyer A April 4, 2014 at 8:03 PM Ken, a sweet poem, it's a good thing, it was only your heart she ran off with...Thank you for the soup mail..... xox~ Linda Ken Carroll April 4, 2014 at 10:42 PM Thank you Linda..Always good to hear from you..

Cecilia Macfarlane April 4, 2014 at 7:14 PM Kisses that erase my memory.....love that! Lovely write Ken. Hugs Ken Carroll April 4, 2014 at 10:42 PM Thank you for visiting Cecilia..

Lucilla Carrillo April 4, 2014 at 6:23 PM This is beautiful Ken. You stole my heart like bees steel honey. I like that line. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla Ken Carroll April 4, 2014 at 10:41 PM Gracias Lucilla! Good to read from you..