
Thirty one blank pages
written upon.
Their newness fades.
Resolutions
slipping away.
January
bids us goodbye.
Syllabic Verse

Thirty one blank pages
written upon.
Their newness fades.
Resolutions
slipping away.
January
bids us goodbye.
Syllabic Verse

Each day you were here
Your presence
Envoked me to cheer
But now I’m trading
Cheer away
Fragrance fading
Color growing dim
Life ebbing
Losing all your vim
I am losing you
Never more
To be within view
With a tear in my eye
My sweet rose
I bid you goodbye
Your petals I’ll keep
As they fall
Like tears I weep
Rhymed Syllable Lunes