Lady

peto

The lady floated with the lamp

Attended to a jaundiced tramp

He slipped away despite her stamp 

She fell upon her knees

 

She stumbled on in laddered tights

The nip that comes from working nights 

A mountain view and fear of heights 

She fell upon her knees 

 

With love she had a rocky ride

Her so called beau is super snide 

Another dent in fading pride

She fell upon her knees 

 

A star that twinkles  lost full beam

A nap replaced her wildest dream 

A ninja of the silent scream 

She fell upon her knees 

 

The lady found some space to think 

A brand new notepad pleads for ink

Discarding every fear and kink

She rose up from her knees 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2023 03:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Hi Peto , I really like your writing .. like how you have started the poem wjth mention of the lady and the lamp as if this lady has a nice caring energy to her

    Especially like the ending verse

    The lady found some space to think
    A brand new notepad pleads for ink
    Discarding every fear and kink
    She rose up from her knees

    Lovely way to end the poem

  • peto

    And that comment is a lovely way to start my day
    Thank you Violet
    Much obliged

  • Christina8

    I love the writing (as always) but the ending blew me away...Great job!!

    • peto

      Thank you Christina
      Always positive always appreciated
      Means a lot to me
      Gratitude

    • Bobby O

      That brand new notebook made her rise. Perfect. Not even afraid of the blank page. Nice write hood read

      PS/- I’m on my fifth reference book and an no closer to deciphering those ladder pants. I mean they gotta be better than a shirt skirt but that’s all I got.??

      • peto

        Thank you Bobby
        Tights are hosiery, similar to stockings
        Panty hose
        When torn they tend to look like a ladder
        Appreciated as always

        • Bobby O

          The 411 delivered. Your on a roll w that hit line after line chasing the rhyme climbing that Newly constructed Spandex Ladder to the Big Time!



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