Too Soon

First love blues

lovely language longs
to find a style
while lexicon loiters a while
yet  the mind finds none
and wonders anon

 

then summons all
that which memory lends

 

sweet sunset surrenders
the mysteries of mistress Moon

Sol's firey rise of dawn
a walk in the park
on a Sunday afternoon

 

and
all that went too soon

Author's Note

semi- rhyme, if there is a such a thing

Reviews

[patricia]

nice thoughts and images. enjoyed.

[J]

well, dangit -- for me, poetry enforces no boundaries nor concrete requirements ... it simply marches to its own drummer.

and one of the saddest realities of first love is that it is only the beginning ...

skillfully/abstractly expressed. you are a wonder to me.

[White Ink]

Captivating. Love it 👍

[Suditi]

sweet sunset surrenders
the mysteries of mistress Moon
My favorite lines!
Beautiful poem.

[Kuhr Gred]

:) well done.. keep it up :D

[patricia]

nice style. flowed well. a gem. thanks.

[Monica]

Beautiful! I love the feeling of your poem :)

[Forbidden Poet]

I like the texture and feel of this piece. It's beautiful and the words you used painted such a lovely imagine. Wonderfully done!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I love the whimsical feel of this Ethereal piece!!

"sweet sunset surrenders
the mysteries of mistress Moon
Sol's firey rise of dawn
a walk in the park
on a Sunday afternoon"~ I'm in love with this Stanza... a flame is lit within this imagery! Lovely write!

[Ed Hart]

ah, love, romance, song...a walk in the park