John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Scrabble Business - Poem by John W. McEwers

You know it's special
When you can play Scrabble
in the soft light
of a candle.

Just the two of you
alone
with no one else
home.

I spelled out the words
I wanted to say to you.
The first was eye
the second love
the third...
never got spelled
because we blew out the candle
and cleared off the board.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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