Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Pride's Tomb

Words reached out
Creating a Spring
Blossoming
Leading to a summer
Of lust and love
But our sins
Bore fruit on Autumn winds
Until we crumbled
Upon the steps
Of pride's tomb

15 comments:

  1. Yikes! When examined, a year is a mighty short cycle, and summer may be the shortest joy. Good, good.

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  2. The summer of love and lust, the autumn of the fall of pride. Well done.

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  3. Brief but intense, as some loves are. I love the linking of the timeline with the seasons.

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  4. Luv that three distinct phases and a progression, can be identifed in your poem Robert

    Much🌼love

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  5. Summer love can be so bittersweet.

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  6. Wow. So much told in such few words. Sad but great writing!

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  7. So sad when those summer romances go cold. What is it "they" say. Pride goeth before a fall. :-)

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  8. Almost a novel in verse, here. Nicely described.

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  9. A love affair over so quickly is not so easily forgotten and years later still niggles the back of your mind...or at least does mine!

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  10. Until we crumbled
    Upon the steps
    Of pride's tomb

    It could not be plain sailing of fun. Kinks showed in between. It was only natural!

    Hank

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  11. At least you managed three seasons, Robert, and one of them was a summer of lust and love. Shame you had no one to cuddle up to in winter.

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  12. "crumbling on the steps of pride's tomb" ... what a fantastic phrase!

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  13. I think pride has killed way more relationships than anything else...

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