- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sweet Scents In Midsummer
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sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn
with the sweet song of a woodland lark
and the mockingbird's call of scorn
the roses were uncurling beside their thorns
outside my window in the lady's park
sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn
there was a sad man wandering all forlorn
his movements were bleak his face was dark
hearing the mockingbird's call of scorn
he gathered some roses up to be bourne
to the open window his eyes had marked
sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn
the heads from these roses quickly were shorn
red on white marble, colors harsh and stark
and the mockingbird's call of scorn
the poor man's heart is broken and torn
by broken roses and a harsh remark
sweet scents upon a midsummer's morn
mocked by the call of a mockingbird's scorn.
- COMMENTS
Du Lacabout 19 years agoThe essence of the poem is excellent, but I found too much repetition in it to have the force of the message to sink in... the foundation of this is very good.. I would rewrite, because it is a good poem..just need a little tweaking..
thank you for the read..
Du~
