none whatsover
Tequila on your tongue,
stitched in the heart of my tapestry,
dangled there, I hung,
ignorant to the crushing calamity,
ballads left unsung,
a swirling, singular rhapsody.
Drops at first,
and then unending,
straight on, reversed,
quick! attack then defending,
what was worst?
too firm? too harsh? too bending?
Fell so fast,
broke for forever,
once my past,
now you're my never,
the reason, you ask?
none whatsoever.
Posted Jul 19, 2021, 2:14 PM UTC
I enjoyed your poem very much. My favorite aspect is the utilization of vocabulary which creates a very pleasurable feeling when spoken aloud. It's a sensorial experience.
I hope everyone reads poems at least one time out loud. You miss so much of the experience otherwise.