imagining on the coldest day

imagining on the coldest day

 

 

if a dandelion

metamorphosed into

a rose

 

could you tell the difference

between night and day

loves me, loves me not

 

and that pesky

feeling

that is pressed between the pages

 

of the book of poems

you refuse to peruse

when she has scattered

 

your heart in the wind.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/22/22

Reviews

[Mk.t.g]

Wonderfully composed, Jacob! Such a great selection of words here. Thanks for sharing!
Mk.t.g

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Mk
appreciate your visit and words,
j.

[Mk.t.g]

You're Welcome, Jacob!