Fate Speaks
FATE SPEAKS
Often closer are days that run slower than these tears
Before these little eyes of mine that are but merely
blear
Is it January – the eldest? Alas, he is already here
February, send red roses with a red letter to my dear
March me hurriedly, straight to none but to hers
April – One, and many other dreams that never were
May I live herein forever desperate, fed by Despair?
June, let me know from your mouth, the things I must
wear
July, I see you, you see me; but are you there?
Drive me through, safely to August; for my age lives
there
September – A fairly faithful, fervent friend; my
first fear
October, I hear you walk the streets, closely near
November, you are overly underrated, but rare; far
from ver
December – the end of the year: the ‘r’ to my ‘ear’
The end of the year the r to my ear.
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ReplyDeleteSuch a nice masterpiece buddy. A little suggestion, you don't necessarily have to rhyme through the whole poem. It sometimes make it a bit forced. Rhyming is more beautiful when it's flows naturally.
ReplyDeleteBut excellent job.
thank you, Michael. But i am actually not a fun of rhyme. my concern is on rhythm and wordplay. but i'll note your concern. merci beaucoup.
DeleteVery nice poem dear, keep it up.The skey is your limit.Good work.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lydia
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