Brevity is the soul of wit, they say
Certainly you were concise
Deciding early on to designate
Each epistle, meeting, conversation
Fleet and fully fenced. Generous but
Guarded. We spoke, it seems to me now, in
Haikus. Carefully heeding syllables
Impenetrable as Japanese though imbued with
Jests like bathing by moon. Even so our
Kisses felt meant for more than kick-abouts
Lachrymose late night lie-ins too.
Must it always be so, these latter years
Needlessly retrospecting like a rag picker
Oh for some oblivescence! And really how
Petty when we were parsimonious, even with
Quarrels. The air we shared so quixotic
Rarefied. bubble wrapped in limbo and
Side lined for a different lifetime.
Thank you for trying and for never once
Uttering those utter lies lovers ply,
Valuing variety as spice, heeding my
Wordsmithing with Webster’s 3 volumes. Your
Xenodocheionology so very useful too.
Yellow with age like an old book, our pages
Zeroable.
- adoxography: good writing on a trivial subject
- oblivescence: forgetfulness; forgetting
- parsimonious: sparing, restrained, frugal to the point of stinginess
- quixotic: extravagantly and romantically chivalrous; idealistic
- xenodocheionology: love of hotels
- zeroable: able to be omitted from a sentence without any loss of meaning
For the MTB prompt: First to Last letters we are writing as Abecedarians, in an acrostic, with each of the 26 letters of the Roman alphabet beginning a line of our poetry. I have started it with the title
PoetryPix 