When you hold my hand you tell me to hush
Then you look me in my eyes just to stare
May be just the breeze whipping up a rush
Or maybe you’re just unaware I care
Plumbs and peaches an ample august lush
To which or whom may see behind my hair
Before and after gazing your long view
I first wonder what I’m doing with you
Secure then thieved as a priceless pure gem
Just how many times before were you there
What is useless others will cause condemn
Generations of the shallow beware
Splitting down the middle of a sour stem
Plumbs and peaches this time around a pear
What or how or why the things I may do
The outcome either be one or two
All hope was lost, all memories erased
We were caught unguarded, could not prepare
Would you keep them if they could be retraced?
Even if a united flame would flare
Plumbs and peaches couldn’t be replaced
Neither could the closed lids behind my hair
Close your' eyes as if you were suppose to
Promise opening you’ll remember who
False to a truth one eventually hears
Not all that was written in text is fair
Tossing the scissors to sharpen your shears
Foreclosure we both will elude ensnare
No longer no more shall we trust your ears
Plumbs and peaches this time forget the pear
When I further laying in my casket
Do me a favor burn a fruit basket
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Author:
Rob (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2012 16:14
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Comments2
very intriguing and thought provoking poem. I enjoyed reading it very much. I am glad I found you lurking among the poets here. LOL keep penning. diamond
Much thanks. I sort of fell off touch with my poetic side.
La, are you active elsewhere or only here? I rather miss you now that I've checked in for a moment and read this. I could almost half return to recapture the fun lost two years ago now, excepting I still struggle with the memories that make this an empty playground for me. That said, I absolutely love this! Lovely end-rhyming as ever and decent flow, the delicious scene of romantic intimacy too winsomely rendered and endearing as the speaker opens his heart, which I only hope she reciprocated. Thanks for sharing. Hope all's well.
ttfn,
Jenny
By the by, you know I'm active on Poetfreak.com instead of here? I'd love to have you there since I hang out there, excepting its a rough environment, though friendly.
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