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