John RolfeA Poem by L.A.TERZA RIMA DOEI have no use for some romantic tale of a life spared under the Jamestown sun-- of a man whose quest for his holy grail unearthed seven savage kingdoms (which he won). My pulse fails to quicken at the thought of how many militia he’d outrun. And my affection can’t be sold or bought with a chivalrous story his lips impart of feathered chieftains whose company he sought. I prefer the widower’s weathered heart: a broken tune only time can sing to, a simple portrait of a spirit aching to restart. So when the ideal night refuses those perfect shades of blue, and the sun fails on the fields of fantasy--then I’ll find you. © 2016 L.A.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on February 26, 2016 Last Updated on February 26, 2016 Tags: john rolfe, terza rima, love poem AuthorL.A.ILAboutHopefully a better person than I used to be. I don't write nearly as often as I should, but I'll try to post when I can. UPDATE: A lot of this writing is now outdated. Proceed at your own risk.. more..Writing
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