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POEM: leaves

I don’t write much rhymed or metered poetry. The critical among you may say that this poem doesn’t change that fact. But the first two lines came to me right before sleep last night so I turned the light back on and wrote the rest.

leaves

and when we’d finished reading Whitman on that hill
we should have turned to one another like lovers will
I should have kissed you there and then or you kissed me
the way that Whitman wrote of love – effortlessly
and if I’d know then on that hill what I know now
I would have silenced all your doubts with my lips’ vow

Published in My poems Poetry

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