Friday, October 30, 2015

Autumn Left (a poem)



Memories gathered
by sensuous lips
whispering sweet lullabies

A continuous tide of
times gone by
captured inside her eyes

Unlike autumn leaves
memories invincible
in vain she tries

her whispers unheard
thick fog of distance hinders
in silence she cries

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A prompt is a line or lines,a word,a picture that is used by a poet as inspiration to write,like an exercise,here the first two stanzas were the prompt from my friend whose poems you can read on http://inkinthewell.wordpress.com and the two stanzas after those are mine,together these make a collaborative poem