***Through no one's fault but my own, I missed the deadline for the Phoenix Flambe competition. Even though it can't be considered this time around, I honestly enjoyed the challenge and I really hope DP keeps that sort of thing up. Made my month, really.***


Forgotten Summer (Iambic Lover)

The falling drops of summer rain so warm,
Released from skies of cotton; white and grey.
Caress my cheek, and ease my pain those drops,
Much like a woman would; or should, I’d say
If I were asked. The steady drizzle stops.

I cannot help but think of those now gone
Behind me. Some not more than memory
While others; still linger upon my mind.
And you, the one I left those years ago;
Your scent so like this dampness in the air,
Fertile, with possibilities of love.
The wind blows suddenly, as if the queue
Of your strong memory upon my brain
Could summon a zephyr. It starts to rain.

We took no prisoners between us, love,
The wars to win each other’s hearts spared none.
Cease-fire reached. Two brief years of happiness
Are swept into our lives… but I digress.

Now your absence leaves me cold and alone,
Spiraling downward into an abyss
Of my own making. The grey skies darken
And I feel your anger grow hot; immense
I’d say, if I were asked. But I’m alone,
Walking a circuitous route homeward
In silence. The thunder rolls upon me
And all that I can hear or even see
Are raindrops, sweet and forgiving; blinding
Me to that which totally surrounds me.

Without warning; rhyme not needing reason,
Lightning strikes. It doesn’t seem the season
For such things, but I am beyond all thought.
Perhaps my end was written long ago,
And you, my warlike god, merely waiting
To return skyward, with the one you lost
Beside you. End complete, but at what cost
I suppose I would say, if I were asked.

Minutes, days… or even eons later,
I’m reborn, or simply recreated
Alongside you; I feel so very new
I’d say if I were asked. But I am not.

-SP

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