2016: EB POETS EXERCISE XLII
Season of Promise
Joy, this is the time to reap your harvest,
to glean every inch of your rich, rich field! –OracLe
Bash/Prudence: To my wasted consonants and vowels compiling this post
The next time? I’ll select one dead body to two ghosts. – Leon
Hypermind; few pages more and my words would have choked the life in your buried steps. . .
I acknowledge the script unleavened in the communion bread molded with no yeast – Rudolph
I’ve kissed a Samurai’s razor-sharp blade to make my point plain
I LOVE YOU, no not you Vera, but the human inside Vera – Tee2emm
Joy our meeting was only 3 months old when winter was born.
So With the thick fabric of my words i promise to protect you until summer comes-Bangwan
Our love like Summer holds the promise of sunshine,
Tom, your sweet breath like Autumn breeze blowing down my neckline- Vera
April 10, 2016 at 4:48 pm
Thank You, Season.