Teardrop Epitome

For Albert's poetry cafe centest: A Huitan form.

 

 

 

 

Oh silence my soul from this pain

Echoed through reflections prism

Erase the prints of cold and rain

Once fantasy now realism.

Chilled wine delights us but not chilled

Hearts. Set me free with a kiss of

Goodbye. And memories softly

Filled. Release my heart like a dove.

Author's Note

I had to repost due to line 2 was somehow nipped!

Reviews

[Frances O'Neill]

Nice sentimental piece, goes straight to the heart.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Very well done!

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

this piece is at the heart of poetry.....I lam eft in space...as to where to turn.....this is excellent for it leaves the reader free......to fly like a dove......