September's High Tide

Current Reflections.

Dear September's High Tide,
Lift me above your wispiest blush,
Carry me away,for society requests my abide,
Carry me away,September's High Tide

Dear September's High Tide,
In this labyrinth, the tears I have cried,
My word of mouth to no longer stay,
Dear September's High Tide,carry me away

A found pleasure in your crescent,
Delicately somewhat out of reach,
Her visuals above resemble a peach,
Oh,So Dear September's High Tide,
Her sky giveth me much to teach.

Author's Note

My first work,I will graciously accept advice.

Reviews

[L. Michelle Corp]

I enjoyed reading this poem. Obviously there is more than meets the eye; I am not huge consumer of poetry so maybe I didn't understand the metaphors. I especially enjoyed this last stanza:
"A found pleasure in your crescent,
Delicately somewhat out of reach,
Her visuals above resemble a peach,
Oh,So Dear September's High Tide,
Her sky giveth me much to teach."

I often use the word "peach" to refer to a woman's most delicate region. Was that your intention too? I also love the line "I found pleasure in your crescent".

If were a poet, I'd offer critique; however, I am only a poet when one of my stories happen to rhyme--maybe it wants to be a poem instead of a story. Sometimes works of literature see to have a mind of their own!
Keep on writing and posting more of your work so I can read it!

L Michelle