In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
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"I wore my heart like a wet red stain, on the breast of a velvet gown."
The rhythmic splendour of the poem is something to admire greatly.
I'm disheartened to read JK Rowling's ruthless comment on Dorothy Parker! Her comment speaks volumes on her lack of class…
An excellent write! And that last line is a real stunner!
if we write poetry, a consolation of a bad experience might be a poem we write about it. -gk
Now what should I do in this place But sit and count the chimes, And splash cold water on my face And spoil a page with rhymes? very good poem
Month of April where every step of feeling, every breathing walks by the bloomed flowers of spring, whispers with the butterflies flying..................///
Beautiful words expressed. Though a shame there are trolls that have time to waste commenting. If only they could be removed from PH.
Cold water! ! On the of a velvet gown! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A Well Dead story more like. I read this to my grandma and she hated it, and she's deaf!
A Well Dead story more like. My grandma hated it when I read it to her, and she is deaf.
I meant to add that I too have worn that dress.