Faded beauty
Cuts unkind
Into the memory
Of the mirrors in the mind
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I love the volleying back of pleasure and pain, Bill....much like it is in life. That your rhyme is not terse and tight...adds to the artistry of this poem...it's more natural with, perhaps, the rhythm of your heartbeat. Nice job. Welcome to PH...and don't take the forum too seriously. It's a playground...nothing more.
that, dear Bill, is what it is all about. Passion and pain. Wonderfully well written...
so tactile and visual in depth.