Jacks Andajill- -On Saturday Afternoons Poem by me poet yeps poet
Jacks Andajill- -On Saturday Afternoons
NO WE don't yearn
we are brought by negligence
(no condoms)
or desire
when both are on
inferno raging fire
later when sans
all
Shakespeare's call
we hold hands
till we walk along the river's bank
hands though soft now
but lifeless
then we merge with the ocean of time
unknown for all times
only memories live behind
for a minuscule few
they make stone trees
as tall as palm ones
which also die
in some tornadoes or tsunamis
more different ones come along
you and I never do
nor ever will
but later born
will be modifications
of many JACKS
but a singleJill
oven one only
like Jacks and Jills
now left far down below
no one will ever know
WHO WAS
JACK
and now which
Jill? ? ? ? ?
Time's immemorial
gift
but later born will be modifications of many JACKS but a singleJill oven one only.... beautiful conception Jacks though many it seems Walk the very same Talk the very same Nurture the very same Care like one's own....contd..
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6/16/2024 2:08:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Jill, the one, smells the aroma As the olactory caught Acknowledging time spent together Placed much weight to wait For nothing can bound the horizon Woven together under sun Rooted in affection deep Watered with tears laid Untill tree becomes the niche To house multitudes along with Fruits and flowers of its own.