He sent the pictures on ahead,
as to seem previously arranged.
Laid the flowers as near to her door as he dares,
singing low of the nightstorm when everything changed,
then dances off alone, detected but unaffected by the stares.
Sleight of hand, a certain Eloquence, Miss Charisma and Lady Class;
each alone, in group of three, or every so often a pair.
No one believes how much can permanently change, so fast,
yet none of these ladies knows any way out of there.
The pretty face, the dazzling smile, have done him in at last.
Now, clutching at destiny like the last chance he will see,
ignores the growling dog of fate which he figures to be all bark.
He parades his newfound history as, instead, victories;
slapping down of his ego as nothing but a careless lark,
incompatible with this new philosophy.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to deal with being shot down.
- Category: Short story
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Comments6
A very interesting read, Thank you
Getting an interlacing of themes of fate, change, and self-reflection; highlighting the constant interplay between fate and self-determination... What an epitome of resilience in the face of fire.
Ingenious the wording in this poem, not just of images which were wonderful and spot on. But of the very structure of the poem itself. The rhyme scheme left the reader feeling as if there was more to come. This echoed the theme of the poem itself, as if wishing that something more would have happened. The opening of the poem dives right in. But the second person keeps a bit of distance. The first line of the second stanza feels novel like. I love the line in the third stanza “ignores the growling dog of fate, which he figures to be all bark” A most beautiful poem
Dan this is wa masterful poem that deals with unrequited love, change, transformation, illusion, deception, and self-delusion. Truly a wonderful poem! 🌹👏 Love the title too.
Excellent
Fine write, Dan.
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