Check out the contributor list. As for my poem, you could pin it on him or you could pin it on her. Either way works.
At The Beach
In those days I thought
maybe I could still keep you,
at least for a while.
I schemed and worked up
snares for your soul, so I hoped.
I thought I needed
you so near I could
feel your breath in my fey ear.
Then you got too hot
and you rose up off
the blanket, shook off the last
of the sand, put out
your hand to them all
and they led you far away
despite what I said.
June 21, 2015 12:33 PM
Some of them are just too hard to hold on to.. they evade and evaporate like sand on a beach.
ReplyDeleteI have never been able to figure out if I was blessed or distressed to not get the girl sometimes. There have been several that never really quite worked out. Some of them I really wanted to keep but there you go...
DeleteToo hot!
ReplyDeleteIf I take your meaning... yes... I am intense in my loving. It takes a special woman to not take that seriously in just the right way.
Deletelosing the prize we think we deserved is sometimes just enough to keep us alluringly humble. If there is such a thing
ReplyDeletehalf the pleasure in any relationship is finding out where the boundaries are and then pushing at them a bit...if nothing else, if it all goes up in flames, you can always consider it not a total loss if you got a poem or two out of it
Oh boy, another poem. I already have two thousand them.
DeleteScheming and snares for the soul....yowzers.......that's some serious stuff for sure!!
ReplyDeleteI like how your poem could be for a day encounter or a lifetime. Just get up and brush it off. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the image here and ... "in my fey ear" Well done.
ReplyDeleteShe is the dream, every man wants, she is like wind every man wants to own, she is hot and sexy and doesnt belong to a place. Its that girl one can never have
ReplyDeleteNice analogy.
ReplyDeleteI'm not one for the sun either........
ReplyDeletethe ones that no man seems to keep. heart breakers on my good days... harpy sirens the other 99%. haha
ReplyDeleteThis is the stuff that convinced me of destiny. That I would encounter this ultimately forbidden fruit and how that worked out each time. At this late date, the only one that means anything at all had me in the position of the unattainable man in just this same odd way. I could never get my head around the idea that she could possibly want me. So at one point she was in position and offered herself and I was so surprised I failed to pick up that I should move in that direction. I didn't get another chance and had so honestly shown her she was not my choice that I had no chance of going back and saying I didn't mean that somehow. My failure to believe was in no way a rejection for all it appeared one. I truly thought I was not in her league.
ReplyDeleteThat's the only one that matters now, and she only in how it illustrates how remarkably stupid i can be about some things. Nan, if you are somehow a silent reader, I am so very sorry for that moment in the airport.
Wistful lovely bittersweet...
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