Sevenling: Dark Valentine


She dreams of stones,
smooth, black heart shapes
skipping across the lake.

Love doesn’t turn pink
just because Valentine’s
are dyed rosy.

He should have opened her card.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Sunday Muse ~ Wednesday Muse #12 ~ Sevenling Poem

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  1. tonispencerJune 13, 2019 at 12:43 PM

    He should have opened her card....killer line for a sevenling. I always hated Valentine's day because of the hype. "Love doesn't turn pink just because Valentine's are dyed rosy..." Well said. Thank you for your sevenling.

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  2. Carrie Van HornJune 14, 2019 at 9:38 AM

    I love your sevenling Susie! A utter truth about love wonderfully written!

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  3. MargaretJune 16, 2019 at 4:30 PM

    unrequited love.... sigh

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  4. JimJune 19, 2019 at 5:51 AM

    I cringe on this one. Susie. You conveyed disdain between the lines, the guy is a crass cad.
    ..

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