Our long loving conversations,
gone in a minefield of whispers.
Those tender touches after dark
replaced with an occasional
good night my dear.
Those thoughtful ideas we shared when
we spoke of our blissful intentions,
now go unmentioned,
swept under the rug
along with those three words.
Our passing glances in the hallway
confirm my deepest fear...
It's clear my dear our love is dead
A contest entry
- Filled with emotion, any kind of poetry by Vidasmoke.
675 points, ended July 14, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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short but good
good luck in my contest -
Wow!
Our passing glances in the hallway
confirm my deepest fear...
It's clear my dear our love is dead
The last stanza was the clincher. I loved the whole flow of your work and our meter is surperb. I love your use of metaphors as well. Great write and a pleasurabl read.
~mandie~
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thank you, im glad you like it
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