Honey on toast

Fragrance from colorful buds is soft to the touch

New love, shinier than that lost, even if you buff

Passion walks into love on a broken crutch

One's last love, unlike first, is made of stronger stuff

Matured in bandages

it dreams of a past fever

where a child manages

to hold onto a stuffed beaver

Hands of a clock paint spots on fresh fruit

Breakfast grows into a cold dinner

a rotted peach, the river of time does pollute

Dust and cobwebs become the winner

Reviews

[LVW]

I loved it thank you so much for sharing this poem with us.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read it is deeply appreciated

[Marie]

Wow! What a superbly penned metaphoric write, Soren. The visual detail is sublime. I love the final verse of the poem. It speaks to me of the passing of time and the results which follow. A very powerful penning, Soren. Thank you for sharing...

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your kind words they are deeply appreciated and valued.

[Marie]

Most welcome, Soren...

[AYVID N]

"One's last love, unlike first, is made of stronger stuff"
I loved this line, dear Soren. A last love is usually more raggedy, beaten yet sterner indeed. It's neither sweet, tender or pretty yet sturdy. I related this to our trajectory in life, as we see, we let of the vanities and just struggle to survive,letting go of all the vanities, holding on only to the most meaningful. The imagery in this poem spoke to me of this, in totality. A most creative and powerful write.

[Soren]

Dear friend your comment is deeply valued especially coming from a poet of your stature. I humbly thank you for your kindness. Keep up your writing I look so forward to each poem.

[Betty Hermelee]

Excellent writing Soren; every line is very well thought out with interesting metaphors…. Love ripens in different ways, new love is quite different than the second time around is a more mature love……”.stronger than the first”
……although not soft and fresh, it ….it has the qualities of age….”dust and cobwebs become the winner”….. love each line
Warmly, B🌷

[berenongur]

wow this is an absolutely excellent and well written poem. I love it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the "broken crutch" line.
great imagery and metaphor here..."Matured in bandages" and Breakfast grows into a cold dinner"
absolutely, this poem is driven by greatly creative lines.
I came out of love on crutches enough to know.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob for the review and most kind words they are truly valued from a poet like yourself

[Arundass TP]

Those few last lines disturbed me. Why don't you make it happier? Good writing friend. Enjoyed reading

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment. I try to write across the full spectrum and sad or melancholic is one end some others I'm sure will be brighter. Thanks so much