Because I feel that
we still love each other
at a distance, I dare
after the tour through the garden
the last honeysuckle smell and
drinking unclarified apple juice
together in the autumn sun
to ask you:
How are we
now, our love
how close are we still
heart to heart?
Would we, living in the same
house, also have gone
different paths?
In what spring will we
receive our children
after this winter?
Part 3. Congratulations for such a really poetic write. Top score
Part 2. The poem leaves the readers heart pounding faster. How a relationship deteriorates, how the closeness fades! The anxiety of the narrator on the effects of the breaking relationship on the children, the family is so profoundly sketched.
A powerful poem. The gradual buildup of emotions, the inner sobs of the heart culminates in "" In what spring/ will we receive our children / after this winter? ""
I still enjoy this poem very much, best wishes from dreamland, Zywa-Zywa
What a great honour, a poem for me titled AUTUMN SUN, based upon my poem POEM NUMBER 920 " A Song For You" how fascinating Zywa Zywa. How surprising. I am totally dashed by this amazing creation straight from your heart. Most appreciated, admired and enjoyed a very lot. I am deepest entrhalled by this Response upon my poem.. Thank YOU so much, dear. A 10 +++++++++++++ God Bless You.
A MUSE? ! ! ..................Dear. one thiong I never had, is A Muse, IF I may tell you: I am my own Muse. ENJOY LIFE and LOVE!
Rising Autumn Sun Lips of the Spring feel blushing Hails kiss of rebirth