He does not throw rocks at my window.
He sends messengers
In the form of rose petals
That he entrusted to the wind
To carry on its back until they gently
Kiss my windowsill
But the one who came before him
Launched rocks and pebbles through the glass
Disregarding, catapulting, slicing through the wind
To demand my presence.
I prefer the former.
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Oof! What a win with this one!
Suggestion:
-Perhaps using a period at the end of “kiss my windowsill” to end the thought in that stanza. This will create a mental separation between the two stanzas.
Love this poem!
Great job again,
Michelle R.
The way in which this was written, it is difficult to identify which lover was the former. In this way, it could be perceived as preference for both, which is quite inreresting.
I’m glad you noticed! I did that purposefully so that each reader would interpret it differently.
This is beautiful! I love the use of petals instead rocks.
Thank you!