cold…

Besotted, broken
Cold sunshine, tears at sunset
Can’t romance a myth
Moon bore witness to our vow
Dawn, a rude awakening

©Amaka Paul 2018

Posted for Weekly Tanka Poetry prompt challenge

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8 thoughts on “cold…

  1. I have been meaning to comment for a few days. Love this one…first, besotted is one of my favorite words for no real reason except it is old fashioned. Second, the moon being a witness is wonderful, and oh, my, hasn’t it!? Third, the entire poem is melancholy romantic, which turns me wistful.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and for taking the time to appreciate my poem… you do capture my intent and ah! the moon! I always look forward to your comments, glad it brought back memories…

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