Where have they gone, this sunny day? His chair empty, her bonnet stays lace tablecloth precious array abundant fruits roses to say he still loves her...
Ah, now I see a stolen hour some time alone in her boudoir.
I see we have some things in common. I could not see your picture either, but your poem was full of images. I like how you left the ending to the imagination! Adding you to my links, like your blog! :)
Jo, I can't see the picture, so it's tough for me to interpret the verse. Sorry...
ReplyDeleteWell, I can see it and it's perfect! To heck with the tea!
ReplyDeleteI see we have some things in common. I could not see your
ReplyDeletepicture either, but your poem
was full of images. I like how you left the ending to the imagination! Adding you to my
links, like your blog! :)
The poem was beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGreat image and, as usual, a wonderful use of language - a fan
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