Black night clear morning

by Ole Carsten   Jul 3, 2012


Warm weather rolling down the hills,
Blades are turning on the old mills.
Harvest is at hand for the golden grain,
Washing all tins and plates for any stains.

You are stretching after a warm night,
In the clear skies there are not a cloud in sight.
The cold water in the shower is a relief for the skin,
Standing naked a small though crosses, a sin?

Love is wonderful in the various shapes we make,
Seeing and feeling in the morning keeps me awake.
Likewise the night was very hot and humidity high,
Love is filling me in the morning and I know exactly why.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Odin Ebbesen

    Old mills are romance in short terms?

  • 11 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Hi Paul
    Thanks for your comments, and you might be right about the rhymes

  • 11 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    I loved the content of this piece though the rhyming felt forced at times but i looked through that. Amazing work.

  • 11 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    Here are my comments.

    The last sentence of the first stanza - "Washing all tins and plates for any stain."

    ^^I think the last word stain should be made plural.

    The second sentence of the second stanza - "At the clear skies there are not a cloud in sight."

    ^^Suggest replacement of the word "At" with "In" as the structure appears a little odd right now.

    Just my thoughts. Nice write!

    • 11 years ago

      by Ole Carsten

      Thanks for your comment, I will use them

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