My Shinning Pome

I reached a shining pome in company of cloves

To ripen its taste by the shade of the grove
How then it lingered my buds so bittersweet

I had its heart for mine, but still my own to keep

Placing it to earth — for my love to be grown

But none knew to bloom, till she grew the seed sown

No other could I shower in caress of the sun

To reach that rainy bow reigning gold on my tongue

The cold wind would wilt, without her wondered spring

My heart she grew from under - planting all things

Had I chose a common pome, aside grassy knolls

Be of no bounty now, for she ripens my soul
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art,love and life
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COMMENTS
Chinedu Dike 08 April 2018
A beautiful rhetorical poem, well conceived and nicely brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing Paul.
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Jazib Kamalvi 08 April 2018
A good start with a nice poem, Paul S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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