If I
were to try
and write to my
love, would she give reply
or would blank page stay dry
without any ink words, not even goodbye:
a bittersweet word that would guarantee a sigh,
but silence is worse and would make me cry—
Wastebasket.
Love’s Letter’s Lost
09 May 2012 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Love's Labour's Lost, Poetry, William Shakespeare
Jun 11, 2012 @ 09:35:00
The form (don’t know what it’s called, sorry) of this is so interesting. It encapsulates all possibly expected outcomes… and the ending just makes it.
Jul 24, 2012 @ 17:00:02
Thanks! I’m not sure if there even is a term for this form–or if it is a form at all, but I’m so glad you liked it