promissory note

[xmy.only.exitx]

The promissory note
Of April or of May,
Stripped of its banalities
Doesnt have too much to say,
Lying on my cupboard shelf,
Crisp with the dust of an age,
And the vagaries of time
Returning the blank page.
But the photograph of us
Upon my mantel-piece,
However, frames us still,
In that false intimacy,
Of lovers who dont know,
Of their own uncertainties,
And although the truth be far,
It always takes some time to see.

[andrew4045]

ok

[xmy.only.exitx]

clearly, you lack eloquence.

[bootsydan]

You know, I read this one and the other one that you posted, and I'm happy to say that there may just be another writer in here with a bit of potential.

Without blowing me away, both we're quite decent. Good work.

[xmy.only.exitx]

thanks for reading the poems and the great comment. it really encourages me.