She never signed at his request;
her hands were innocent of ink.
His actions were applauded
yet not a word was heard.
On sparkling sun-washed sandy shores
she read a crimson covered book.
She wished him well in faltering tones
her nervous charm so well exerted.
Always plan for tomorrow
and yesterday becomes but a memory.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not rhyming - could even be presented as one liners. Let me know if you have favourite. The drawing is from a series of line drawings done for Christmas cards.
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Food for thought in some of these clever couplets Michael - love the final one about looking forward. Great work.
Thanks so much Fay - a challenge - I've not seen you write any - go on give it a go - with your skills I just know they will be great. Mind you I don't sit down and write them as I do a poem - they come to me from time to time and when I have enough I publish.
Good writes and pic Michael. The second one is my favourite.
Here's my version of it:
'His words were booed
Cos he turned them all into song' (caterwauling). lol
His words were booed
they were all poo pooed.
Cheers Orchi.
Love the season-appropriate drawing, Michael. I favor the fourth couplet, for the tender story it portrays.
Great set of couples! I’m particularly drawn to the first! Semblance of innocence and independence!
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