is a dragon
who eats love poems,
chews up their beginnings
and chars my pages
with the white li(n)es
and black letters of regret.
fall has not even
truly fallen, yet we stall out
like gas-starved engines:
sparks that stutter, flame,
consume. will winter find
us hitch-hiking home,
the snow melt sogging
through wet leaves, limp
socks? what can rev up for-
ever, catch us now on fire?
who will teach me, again,
to purr?
the tenth muse 
nice…some really cool word play joanna….the lies lines….and the dragon eating love poems….the stalled engines starved of gass, is def evocative to me…who will teach us again to purr….nice closure…really like this one joanna…
thanks, b. *smiles*
Excellent poem, my friend, I echo Brian’s sentiments. There is great imagery here, but moreover, there is sadness and longing, which find their way into my soul, under my skin. Thanks, Mosk
i guess a poem that gets under your skin is a good thing, yeah? thank you, mosk.
Love the word play and the image choices. All fit the tone beautifully and stays with me after. Very nice.
thanks, dahling 🙂
the first two stanzas a blowtorch to my retina…tight writing with a capital t // peter
now there’s an image… thanks much, peter.
Dragons and their voracious appetites.. what better to feed off of but love… well done, I think that the cats are too afraid of dragon recurrences.
i think it’s great how everyone sees the dragon/cat disparity, though by the purring i actually wanted to hearken back to the engine… this is what i love about poetry: the many truths it can hold. thanks so much for your thoughtful comment.
really cool lines. Love the carry over from stanza to stanza and transformation from dragon to cat. Very nicely done. Thanks
thanks for dropping by. always appreciate your thoughts, goblin. 🙂
Doubt is a dragon that eats love poems and more. Love this write, Joanna.
thanks, girl! i seem to be on a dragon kick nowadays. 🙂 of course they eat love poems– what else?
fall has not even
truly fallen, yet we stall out
like gas-starved engines
Yes, why should we stall. Why must there be doubts? Very thoughtful verse joanna!
Hank
thank you, as always, for dropping in, Hank.
“…will winter find
us hitch-hiking home,
the snow melt sogging
through wet leaves, limp
socks….” Graphic word picture. Nice post.