When roused from dreams but unaware,
where he beheld a maiden fair.
Of deep blue eyes and auburn hair,
he sought her hand but no one there.
As if it was some lost affair;
the loneliness, he could not bear.
He’d dream again, his love declare,
from nightmares woke into despair.
His state of mind beyond repair;
he pined for her, “My darling dear”.
Pray, how could she just disappear,
when she, in truth, was never there.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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Clever and well said in good rhyme. Loved the idea and poem
The idea came out of the blue, have'nt got a clue of what inspired it. Thank you very much for your kind visit.
Kind regards,
Tony.
I recall some of your work from years ago... please don't go away so long! I was beginning to think you were "never there"!
Your tight little pieces are fun and witty and then, after you let them sink in, pretty profound!
How lovely it is to be remembered after all these years. Thank you ever so much, your response is just lovely.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Smiles! This was penned so perfect you could not help but smile. Very clever write.
A smile makes it all worth while. Your response finds me smiling too - thank you very much.
Kind regards,
Tony.
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