Inshore Cassandra

Cassandra was cursed to utter prophecies that were true but no one believed. This seasider just hits the keys occasionally.

The Golden Year

cock crow

their kiss

the salute

to dissolve days

– pause time

her worn

blush rune

extraneous

neigh – redundant

always

his naked

lips thrilled

full seasons long

compensating

youth spent

unto

this gilt

jubilee

generation

in – sync

Dear reader I want your honest opinion, is this poetry, or is it mere doggerel?

Please give me feedback and save me from further embarrassment. I plan to read this work at a party celebrating our 60 year marriage.

Is that wise?

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