Once again
you come by dream
to spend some time with me.
This visit you brought your wife
and gave me wildly inappropriate gifts
that I accepted graciously,
thankful her choices were not mine.
And yet my heart
still stirred at your smile.
How strange, though parted by
time, miles, and reality,
in youthful memory, you still
do this to me.
poem-blast from the past April 7, 2025
Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:44 pm
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, dream, imperfect rhyme, metaphor, poem, poetry
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, dream, imperfect rhyme, metaphor, poem, poetry
