SUDDENLY AWKWARD
Her forced smile made me wonder, she held tight my hand ,feeling likely prone to blunder, coherent thought escaping my command. Now forcing my own smile, looking surely out of touch , First dates just make me fumble and make me think too much.
Her blue eyes glistened,
I listened to her breathe, awkward as a child foraging on hands and knees, straining to unsheathe, charming phrase that perks her interest , persuasion to invest, her time and her desires , anxious to coalesce.
She was magnificent , intelligent, confident and beautiful , and somehow knowing that just made it worse. Guiding not this wistful dream to flourish with success , gears stripped and progress never achieved slides downhill in reverse. My brain reduced to residue , falling victim to the First Date Curse.
Bobby O
- Author: Bobby O ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2023 12:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Up until I was in my mid twenties the more Impressed I was with a woman the more dysfunction entered into my attempts at romance. I still place all woman in high regard and occasionally revisit those same moments of awe that makes me fumble around.
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Comments6
Writing about past impressions, like looking for footprints on the sand…Clever poem!
Thanks for keeping these on your table. Means a lot. Took me an uncharacteristic 8 rewrites, usually thats a sign to take a break and hope for a creative recharge. Enjoy your holiday. My best thoughts
Loved this one, bro!
Got a little stiff and deer in head lights right in the middle there.
Does that detract or raise the level?
Ha, you are not alone .. been there, done that and wore the T shirt out several times ... Neville
The travels and travails….
Hopefully I don't offend but reading this had me chuckling a little bit thinking back to my 20's and dating...what a mess 😅 lol
Exactly and a chuckle is the perfect response.
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