A poetess can be wasteful when it comes to love.
She'll wade and wallow
through the waterfalls below and above.
She'll sip big for ability's sake and swallow.
Like a sponge, not dripping a drop,
she'll dip into resources, diving deeper,
Never noticing what she's got
She'll take all and label each a keeper.
A man's love is like water.
If you discover a fountain and abuse the stream,
the temperature is colder after it is hotter.
I'll wake up one day to find I am thirsty and it was only a dream.
What a lovely lesson you paint when all is said and done. A poetess should never be wasteful when it comes to love. Adeline
A nice poem, the last stanza is wonderful. My 10 with it.
clear exposition of the truth M lady but not universally true real love may lose the flames of passion but the fire always burns
You are a clever writer but try and remember one thing Colette, good poems do not contain spelling errors, this is the first thing you need to fix. Foutain and Thristy..........simple errors but if you love writing then love your reader and spell properly. The reader when they love your writing believes you are talented but when they see simple spelling errors they lose faith in your motivation
I absolutley loved this poem Colette! Great job. Always, Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet little poem.... I really like that one.