path through lake

No bridge connects my shore with yours
No street connects respective doors
Poetic spirits formed a link
That triggered large expanse to shrink

The child within comes out to play
And rhyming couplets pave the way
Where hearts enjamb and meters fall
We relish this poetic trawl.

Marie Elena

Photo Credit:  Keith R. Good


One thought on “CONNECTIONS

  1. I depend on you for that: the connection, the shrinkage and our romps as our inner children run freely. The reason? Poetry. The season? Whichever one we’re in. The lifetime? The length this friendship will last. Thank you. W

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