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Nov 04, 2022
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This poem is part of the contest:
Neopoem Of The Week Contest October 30th to November 5th 2022
when blue meets yellow in the west
Must we confess so soon
Whilst robes are still sulking
And you haven’t got the change
Back home
In your closet of blue
Are books of photos
Of a guise
you waltzed out of or through
Son you’re still mourning
The sheath is sealed
But firmly at your hip
To grasp with ease
You remind me of your mother
Or rather, you once did
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Ray Whitaker
2 years 7 months ago
Welcome to Neopoet!
when you wrote the colors yellow and blue, my thoughts immediately went to the Ukraine war.
Looking forward to more of your work.
leoferaco
2 years 7 months ago
thank you!
thank you!
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
Welcome to Neo
A well written poem which appears to be dealing with grief. I sense the writer has lost his significant other and is watching their son struggle thru the emotions of losing a parent. Good flow and use of language. I look forward to reading more from you.
leoferaco
2 years 7 months ago
Thank for the kind welcome
Thank for the kind welcome haha