The Errant Poet

Image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons) Composed in an inspiring Prado Lounge CafĂ© Bar. To rhyme or forego? To love or to not? Does the poet who woos count syllables like lovers? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018  

Lonely Hand

‘Hands Folded Woman’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons) Lovers’ hands still holding on, gripped, suckered, stuck like the suckers on windows of wooden toy-shop arrows bought, aimed, fired, landed, then pulled off, popped off; all leftover traces of once-was washed off without regard by a sloppy window cleaner. And a note shared through a door;…