04-07-2019, 07:03 AM
Very much liked this one, Richard.
(04-07-2019, 01:42 AM)Richard Wrote: Couplets
Neither of them noticed when their conversations
became frozen puddles, stepped on occasionally,
only to crack, release water, and soak through boots,
but close enough to home for socks, still dryer warm.
Neither of them noticed the window left open,
so they could clutch even harder at fraying quilts;
cold mornings chatting in bed, naked, blankets
shared, replaced by a silence, coated in frost.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson