Open forum for all things poetic.
D***
Don't pop the trunk. Like the click-clack of change in the machine; mechanics framed by the failing sun.
Don't break camp. If you could be so kind, your form by firelight is all I want to see.
Don't go. I can see you, eyeing the door. Auburn hair; wisps in the golden sunbeams.
"Don't!", the leaves echo my outcast's cry.
=====
Something I tried my hand at after a camping trip that ended in tears. Kind of new to this whole "poetry" concept, so give me some tips if you guys have any.



