Sat alone by the window
the full moon cast her shadow
onto the dining room wall.
She couldn't live like this.
Still deep in love with a memory
yet last nite had happened.
Guilt, shame, self hate.
Oh my dearest darling man
why did you have to die.
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dusk arising (
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Who is she?
What a great write. Just one thing: if she was sat alone who sat her there?
It was old cheesey Mr Moon casting director. After last night she needed to sit a while.
Sorry about that but I'm a bit of a grammar bore - sitting alone.
Our wonderful ingerleesh language is a moving feast and continually changing. Over the last thirty or so years, with so many adults the product of our wonderful state educational standard, that which once was correct grammar has seen the application of guerilla tactics.
Reading some of the works published on MPS though i do find the adventurous grammar too much of a minefield for even my relaxed attitude. Pidgin poets?
how could anyone possibly not remember these fine words...
a great poem in my book Neville
Thank you Neville. A small story to think over was my intention here.
mission accomplished...
Love means never having to ask 'why'
I think everybody asks 'why' when their loved ones pass away. Thank you for reading and your comment, always appreciated.
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