Twilight Hour

Remember TWILIGHT HOUR
walking home.
US two alone
At DUSK. Dark and US.
You were loving me
I was loving you.
We were loving we

Those months drifted by 
SLIGHTLY to soon.
Remember the sunset.
Remember the laureling

Remember EVERYTHING
THE LAURELING 
LAUREATE!  SUNSET  that was it!
You were great.

It's getting LATE.
WE SHOULD GO.
YEAH, I KNOW.

DAWN IS  COMING.
Can't wait 'til  
SUNRISE TWILIGHT HOUR
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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April 5, 2015 at 3:40 PM
Hi VAL, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. Have yourself a Happy Easter ~Always & Forever~ LINDA
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April 5, 2015 at 5:00 PM
Hey Linda thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your inspirational comments. How many ways can I say THANK YOU. V.B Rogers
Lindley Avatar
January 10, 2015 at 9:47 PM
I remember twilight morns with my sweety. Just before dawn, the early morning tango.. Always was my favorite time with my love.. A7 and truth in the telling--that's real poetry my friend..
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April 5, 2015 at 5:15 PM
Thanks Robert. Your commment means more than just a compliment to me.
Drug Avatar
January 6, 2015 at 6:56 PM
Your work reads more like performance, spoken word, than disciplined writing. It is difficult for some to write in such style, but suits you well. Are there canonical texts you draw from or are you improvising? Great work!
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January 6, 2015 at 8:04 PM
Thank you Graphite Drug. Improvising. I write it by hand initially. Then copy it to computer.
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