Challenge
Poetry matters: $250 on the table for the writer who nails form, content, and fire. Three judges will help select the winner. There is a lot of talent here so swing for the fences. Good luck to all.
Young Love Rot
Loves me
Loves me not
Pick petals from the stem
Save my soul from young love rot
Loves me
Loves me not
Carpels spell out
tracks of thought
Loves me
Does he love?
Is my imagination
our lot's final station?
Or is he too picking
petals from the stems
looking for an answer
to this sensation?