Monday, 13 April 2015

Day 1

                Poetry of Negation

It is not a roll on newly fallen snow
Nor a warm cuddle by the fireside

Drinking bowls of soup and chowder

Eating plates of what-you-will

It is not always a happy ending

The good, the bad walk hand in hand

It is not a bed of roses, softly strewn

The thorns, the flowers are hand in hand

It is not always a seven year itch

Might be yearly, monthly or daily

It is not as though she is a slut

Or he a two-timer

Stop playing catch

Stars don't match


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  2. I have been trying to figure out how to convey this concept and you have done it admiringly.
    This one was a pleasure to read.