Sensing.
Between sips of wine
and slender white candles
they sat at a window
sharing the moment
a man with a woman
sensing closeness
on the brink of something
bigger than then
and as everyone knows
love struck again
when he gave her a rose.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2022 02:54
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A rose by any other name... Such a tender piece but filled with such anticipation and laced with such a connection. Truly a poem to relish. Thanks for sharing, Faye. /Rik.
Ah - - thanks Rik for the encouraging comment on Sensing - so glad you foiund the read refreshing.
I met a gal, but rather ruined things.
In the middle of saying sweet nothings, as this couple may be, I said 'Oh no, I forgot to buy me new long johns before the sale ends!' heehee.
Glad you enjoyed the read dear Orchi.
beautiful!
and in June's PRIDE
we get to celebrate
the embattled, freedom
for all sexual preferences
to enjoy, such moments..
a Timely and poignant, read
thank you! dear Fay
so deliciously worded:
'sensing closeness
on the brink of something
bigger than, then
and as everyone knows
love struck, again'
Your comments are always so supportive and positive dear L.B. thanking you dearly for reviewing so fervently my picture-penned idea of Sensing.
Love strikes when least expected Fay. Wonderful write. 😊
Love certainly strikes with sight aimed straight at the heart A.P. - - Delighted you liked the poem called Sensing.
seriously bloomin lovely .. didn't they once used to say roses grow on you 🙂 x
and you are seriously kind for scribing such generous comments dear Nev, - - - that sweet picture of two at a table inspired my offering today - - -- thank yous come flying along with big smiles - - -- - P.S. glad you liked the metre I 'm trying...............x
Ah yes the beauty of that single rose from todays suitor and..... she was lost to its wanton ways having first felt it's prick.
A fine ending to the day once the currys digested.
Creating the right romantic mood and finding a suitable venue is I imagine (because I am so out of touch) quite a challenge these days and after lockdown who the heck can afford to dine out somewhere posh.
Ah but I have my memories which your poem brings slinking back. Those actual romantic times are truly a treasure and long may they be sought and found for all future generations to hold high in their cherished memories.
Am sensing you like my take on romantic fancy my friend and thank you masses for dropping by for a read - . - - the above picture invites a poetic mind to pen all sorts of extras like a female whose fingers held one red rose. Delighted the write set your own treasured memories alight again dear Dusk.
Beautiful words of new love Fay.
Andy
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