Tho I couldn't bring myself to submit to the test, I suspect this poem might
leave me uncontested! What can I say, sometimes the heart - driven by words
- just goes bouncing out, shamelessly.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> Stephen, did you score as the lone Romantic of the group?
>
> Ann
>
> Stephen Vincent wrote:
>
>> Spring unto Summer:
>>
>> The sun is wretched
>>
>> The convertible is wretched
>>
>> My ears are being tortured
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>> My heart is being carved
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>> Highway 1 is one long ache
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>> River Road is a continuous motorcycle
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>> The River End restaurant hangs by its teeth
>>
>> The deep-fry oysters are grim to each bite:
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>> Let me say once and for all
>>
>> None of this, absolutely not one item, is true:
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>> The ocean breeze is velvet across my cheeks
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>> The sun is a subservient caress
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>> My heart goes soft as the fresh-shucked oyster
>>
>> Highway 1 is a fresh loom of late spring rain green
>>
>> The River End serves bright wild sauté red salmon pierced on a lemongrass
>> skewer
>>
>> River Road leads to a bed among the most tender of pink and white roses:
>>
>>
>> ItÅs goodbye spring & hello summer
>>
>> ItÅs hello "full" and goodbye "splits":
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>> My love is going to the highlands
>>
>> And I am far from ready
>>
>> My love is going to the highlands
>>
>> And I am far from ready.
>>
>> Stephen Vincent
>> Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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