Cold and thursday tea-time
home from a sombre
around town misery of
non descript blandness,
where even the string tied
bones of a beggars dog
snarled at a fifty pence.
I fell to a relaxation of hot tea
to find my mind taking
unfamiliar footsteps back
to where she left that tremor
of lipstick upon my cheek
the night before.....
....not everything runs
along rails of expectation.
Though a steady shadow of
disappointment had been
teasing the rude creativity
of an unquiet mind
for what now occurs
surely must have been a
juncture passed long ago
within the soup of everyday
band-aids placed upon a
fading bond of yesterday.
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The delusion that everything is OK, the hope that it might all work out, come good, can only last so long before reality impinges - expressed much better than I have.
Good write dusk.
Just one word my friend for this moving lament - - - Excellent.
Thank you. I'm not sure where it came from but it reflects the decay of an affair we've all experienced i guess.
Lovely to read good words
Why thank you Heather, only the best words will do, like 'and' 'maybe' 'yesterday' 'mud' and i'm being silly aren't i....... shurrup dusk.
Lol be as silly as you like and use as many of good words as you like to.
Oooh your poetry is far more enjoyable and awesome than your comments to me, this lament though a common love story, yet is expressed in a unique poetic way, fabulous and sensational.!! Creative metaphors wow! Kudos you do deserve!!
d.a., I do love your writing. You know that already. But this is above good: where she left that tremor
of lipstick upon my cheek
We've all had that tremor, though when yer young its often felt around the knees. Thank you Fred, it's really rewarding to read your comment.
That fading bond of yesterday is still within your mind d a but remember that tomorrow will be with you and all will be well.
Andy
All purely a figment of imagination Andy. I'm fond of being a solo entity at the moment with plenty of fun solo projects ahead....... though if a suitable lady should fall over my shadow.... who knows?
Brilliant!
I feel the heat of your creativity's furnace all the way from here, strike my friend - strike bold!
despairingly whilst your pen still pulses Red, bleed out - every inch of poetic spark and unfurl every tether to that next line, strike and strike again..
for we Few, know too well - the quietude of true solitude, when those words drift hither and thither and we're left grasping at mere embers of neither, dreaming of what was once so intangibly: real..
'There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?'
from Wordsworth's lament of his lost ability, to do - what we take for granted - that is: to simply ink our scribbled truth's..
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-34653
Beautiful words you quote there and they are new to me. I don't read any of the great poets, maybe i should?? But i am a poet of today, lacking in classical form and i rather shun any rules. Occasionally i will rhyme, esp when song writing or entertain a constant meter perhaps. But each piece has it's own life. I have no constance of style. I love this english language and wish i had a wider vocabulary and dexterity..... i am what i am..... humbly enjoying the joining together of words, sometimes to raise a chuckle, sometimes a tear but mostly falling short of either.
Though I'm most appreciative of your extensive comments and look forward to them. Thank you.
Yes indeed, this is at the very least, excellent ................ N
Thank you Neville. It was very satisfying and a change of styles for me.
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