JC Brul Poet Verse

Without You

At morn the leaves were just green,
When I was just seventeen.

At the bench I sat in vain,
Till sunshine chased the rain.

As green leaves turned to gold,
Softly the colours  manifold.

Now, old  auburn tree rustles,
But the branch no more hustles



19 August 2021

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Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2021 at 11:18 AM Hmm, all I can find is that your rhyme was not exact between whistles and rustles. Doesn't keep me from loving this one!

Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2021 at 11:05 AM No placement?? I loved this one. I wonder if this is the one that needed internal rhyming, which I am not seeing here. I'm going to go look at the rules again. I can't see how this would not place otherwise.

Joseph P. DiMino August 24, 2021 at 7:44 AM Oh that waiting for blossom! Now much older, I even miss the waiting: Love it! Great write!

Malabika Ray Choudhury August 19, 2021 at 3:11 PM So beautiful! "Through the storms through the rain" - love this poignant line. Hugs ~ Mala JC Brul August 20, 2021 at 8:51 AM Thank you for your inspiring feedback, dear Mala.

Victor Buhagiar August 19, 2021 at 11:19 AM Very poetic, JCB. Best for a win. JC Brul August 20, 2021 at 8:51 AM Thank you.

Andrea Dietrich August 18, 2021 at 12:34 PM So poignant!! Love this. JC Brul August 20, 2021 at 8:51 AM Thank you dear Andrea.