SLAM!

Memories-Ernest Hemingway

Phantom lover provides
This a moveable feast
My small death in the afternoon.
I lay here immersed in
The torrents of spring
Replete by your youth.
A handsome man once fawned over,
Dressed as a girl-child and
Adoringly called Ernestine;
In a place with wide lawns
And narrow minds.
To have and have not,
Expatriate in Paris,
One of the generation lost.
You are my passion;
You breathe in my dreams
Across the river and
Into the trees.
Luring me with
The adventures of a young man.
Kissing my psyche
Love true at first light
When the sun also rises
And I bid a farewell to arms
Wrapped about me with desire.
The dangerous summer looms
And the winner take nothing
No, not the garden of Eden.

For whom the bell tolls?

‘Tis you my love.
For in the morn,
You tear yourself free
Of these chains
Embracing the next adventure
And I am left alone;
Your exit from this
Realm a tragic
Mystery.


Round One Entry

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