There are no carpets on the floor
So if a fork falls
There is a formidable noise
I guess that doesn't matter
For a little Monday meal
Just the two of us....
On a Friday night
Full to the brim with people
There must be quite a din
If one likes that kind of thing
For now let's just slip
To the table at the back
Where barely a soul passes by
And in our harbour
Be two much traveled ships
That in that harbour's darkness hide
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Love
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Comments6
Oh to have and share such a place. With a somebody who knows me well and needs few spoken words to let me know they are 'with' me.
I love it when a poet's words draw me deep into their atmosphere and release my personal longings. Needless to say, yours is great poetry.
to toast, our whispered truth
of life's gifted hideouts
and those we're lucky enough
to find and share,
our quirky escapades with..
thanks for sharing,
I like the ambience, your poem was hinting at
Wishing you the secluded togetherness you seek. Well penned Lorna. 🌹 And here's a rose for your table. 😊
Ships in the night never meet, but maybe, just maybe, they did.
delightful...
Fine romantic words about a special place in your life Lorna.
Andy
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