Some would claim its a circle
Others say a rough square
But, I don't care
Come walk with me
If you dare
We'll start by the bridge
and eventually end up there
in the evening lights
partially foggy and clear
We stroll the avenue
built for just such a reason
and the evening is chilly
tis the season
I glance at your face
and enjoy the grace
of your stride
Something you can't hide
The small shops line the center road
casting shadows of their displays
Quaint, cute, and darling things
causing sensations
that temptation brings
Alas, we've not the money it seems
or perhaps tis just the evening charm
which causes us to pass without alarm
Then we enter the outer path
That which borders the waters edge
and see the dark ocean depths
where shadows are cast in regret
by beautiful homes of splendours array
whose living room windows do display
the habitat of the wealthy rich
Living in splendor whilst we walk by
ignoring us as we pass
As we ignore them
Our conversation springs from the sights
that line the edge that night
it drifts along like a slight wind
skipping like a stone
from beginning to end
Topics abound from living room glare
and soft lights highlight your hair
Now if only we could pause, just there
and find the significance of a kiss
In a list
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I don't understand this.
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Hi Edna
The poem is a moment in time, one of romance in a romantic place. The thoughts of a man escorting a woman along a shoreline of wonderful homes, in a horribly rich man's place, and wondering where to stop for that first kiss.
Perhaps I didn't express it well enough?
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You're a born romantic, Chuck. I like the way you celebrate the little things (which, of course, are the big things.)
I went to Balboa Island once when I was a teenager but never went back for some reason. I think it's time to revisit it.
There's a word in there I've never seen before - "glace". Did you mean "gaze". May be a typo, or a gap in my education. lol
Nicely done.
M
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Typo's
Ah.. I hate typo's. Glance not glace. lol. Ty bro. Come visit sometime soon!
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