Not Meant.
A moon shimmers approval
to June's evening mist
hiding the girl's insistent
and unusual sadness
with little more than a curl
of blonde eyelash
to prepare the fond maiden
the affair was not meant
to last then blatantly
she shrugs pert equipment
yet momentarily shivers.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2021 05:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Came across the image and thought these lines might be in her mind. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments8
A brief encounter, over the counter perhaps? A shiver or a wriggle, maybe a tiny giggle.
Nothing lasts for ever - diamonds are forever. No diamonds, no looking back.
Que sera sera.
Yes I agree - a brief encounter when fresh and young can be almost forgotten in the excitement of the next one - -- the shrug in the image reminded me of that very thing. Thanking you Dusk for your visit and read of Not Meant.
Nice one Fay. Sometimes somethings just don't matter
Exactly S.C. - somethings indeed just dont matter and nothing like a teenager for proving that point.......... so kind of you to drop by and give your review of Not Meant.
beautiful!
Thanking you muchly my dear friend Prem - glad you liked the piece.
Good write, Fay.
The first two lines are just beautiful. Keep them handy for a Renga.
Thanking you Jerry for your highlighting the two first lines in my piece - - although some are adept at such as rengas and haikus I am hopeless at composting as little as a three liner - must be cos I never know when to stop my penning once it starts.
I'm a minimalist, probably why I gravitate to it.
A phrase, a fragment one clear image 17 syllables Max.
Good write Fay.
Thank you kindly dear Orchi.
Your titles says it all, but your words bring it to life.
How generous and thank you for this kind comment on my posting today Suresh - so good that you enjoyed the read.
One certainly wonders what is in her mind Fay.
Andy
brilliant!
its one thing to voice our own truth's: relatable,
its on another sphere completely
to put ourselves in the shoes of someone, imagined
yet still
produce a poetic voice, that reads so authentic
what a wonderfully empathetic gift, you posses
dear Fay, and thank you
for choosing to share it with us
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