I'll swear I never felt her
in the soft touch of a clover
brush my legs so sweetly
as I look our field over.
I'll claim I haven't heard her
whispering my name
in this lovely hidden meadow
witness to my shame
I'll say that I can't smell her
as the autumn leaves decay
and know not of the bed
where forever she will lay
the grass is always greener
on a certain patch of ground
but I'll claim I haven't seen her
if her body's ever found...
amazing ending..what a lead up...u sure your not a series write out in LA?
this was sexy. at first. then i read on.. & well, the morbidity kicked in and it became a delectably intriguing piece of work, Chuck. good stuff.
This is VERY dark, Chuck...hope it's just your muse speaking...or do I call the cops? Bittersweet/Sweetbitter...loved it :) Jack...
Chuck, Hmmmm...me thinks the meadow may have been freshly planted! I like this a lot...it catches you off guard (ok...and scares the crap out of ya too! !) . I love the shocking ending! Hugs, Dee
At first it seemed like a love poem but I had been forewarned of the 'halloweenish' vibes, lol. Ending seemed like a resounding thump on the head (but I liked it..I liked it, lol)
Ahhh, your poems never cease to amaze me! I have to admit, I am a bit jealous that your poems always seem to come out exactly right. They are such a pleasure to read. Also, Thanks for your recent comment! I've been PIMming again, too.
Charles, Did you notice how I got back to 'Charles' , real quick! ... Please tell the policemen that you and I have not ever really met! I just like your writings, at least right up to that point! I know that you are joking! ... Say that you are joking! ... Please! ! ! ? B.V.A.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i literally laughed out loud at this one. Chuck, you do good work. Jake