Our Poem.
Two sitting on dry sea-sand
muse on love's pull yet
cover true feelings
with flippant asides as doubt
begets more goodbyes.
Chances fly by while unstated
delay waits in the wings
and decisions waver
with action-less silence that
feeds on snatched timing.
Gone now the wishes to end
the illicit and chase living
with heads bravely high,
dip feet in deep waters and
face needs of desire.
Not forgotten the wiles of
shared and shy feelings
that if but spoken
would have made our poem
rife with potent rhyme.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2021 03:41
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Comments7
A fine write Fay.
How our endings have shaped our picture of a safer future. Who hasn't found themselves in a similar position to that you describe, overruled by a sense of self preservation. Until that final letting go when the floodgates of desire burst open. Oh the safety net lockdown has provided but shall we be so much more susceptible after? I imagine we will.
Beautifully expressed, Fay. The scar tissue of love runs deep.
Sometimes the sweetest words are, "Goodbye my love," but they are also the most difficult to say. During these hard times, finding happiness is rare and maybe not meant to be, A return to normal may mean a return to loneliness. The unspoken truth is perhaps best to remain thus. - Phil A.
That love will always be there within our hearts no matter what circumstances come within.
Andy
Brilliant!
Great poem , Fay 🙂
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