RYE… a poem The taste of a fine Rye on my tongue Brings back the memories That I will never have… Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailLike this:Like Loading... 3 thoughts on “RYE… a poem” Add yours Ah, a paradox . . . LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Ah the regrets for what will never be. I love poems with these subtle loops. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you, Diana! I hope all is well! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.