When pretty meant a pleasant smile,
eyes could say forbidden things if love was listening,
in the back seat on a four-door falcon cruise
it was all that could be asked for, for a while.
This ritual these days is locked away, out of sight
and increasingly, all too uncommonly repeated.
Fear seems to be increasing in the evening more now
as that pretty woman still conceals from us her face;
kept from our eyes by a spiderweb of lace.
There has been another death at honesty house tonight,
Betrayal dug the grave while Trust retreated.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2024 00:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A little ditty I knocked out grieving another foiled romance.
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Comments6
Sshh .. it happens but then you clearly know that, don't you .. let's keep it to ourselves since there's no point spreading it around .. and anyway, there's always more fish in the sea .. or that's what my folks said back in the day .. Neville
Unfortunately (or not) my fishing days have pretty much petered out. Shouldn't really complain, lots of memories to choose from. Thanks for the read.
Intriguing words Dan.
Andy
Thank you much.
Some great images and lines here. Spiderweb of lace very impactful with underlying possible meanings but my favorite line is "Betrayal dug the grave while trust retreated"
And another great review from you. Thanks again.
Great write Dan
Thanks to you for the read and kind words.
You're welcome Dan
A mesmerizing, touching
and poignant write!! 😢
There's plenty of
fish in the sea, 🐠🐟🐠
don't give up the fight!! 💪
Great read, thanks
for sharing
to read a delight! , 💯
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Don't get to many rhyming comments. Clever. Thanks a bunch.
better luck for the next one - well written though
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