Welcome to an other episode of poetry. This time, instead of another work from me, a piece written and sent to me by Jane Love.
This is the first work out of her poem trilogy. Other two works are also on the schedule: 12th and the 19th of April. Something to put into your calendar perhaps?! 🙂
Images are provided by the guest poster, and they are linked to her site Harmonious Joy.
This was supposed to be a splendid date-
a setup involving a strategically placed bait
that may eventually lead to a life-long mate.
But i am afraid you will have to wait-
I may be a little Late.
As i crossed the highway road,
i was freed from my heavy load
because when i exited the shop,
out of my hands – flew the cake.
Down on the ground i did drop
after i was hit by a car with no brake.
You will probably think my love confession was fake
and throw our conversation into anger’s lake
for what i hear from Dr. Blake
is that i may never wake.
Baby, i am alone on this track.
My body feels as though it was crushed by a bowling rack.
Everywhere i look seems black.
Yet even in this darkness,my love for you will never lack.
Dearest, i’m scared.
Should i come back?
Or should i go on being dead?