Our Poem.

 

 

Our Poem.

 

Two sitting on dry sea-sand

muse on love's pull yet

cover true feelings

with flippant asides as doubt

begets more goodbyes.

 

Chances fly by while unstated

delay waits in the wings

and decisions waver 

with action-less silence that

feeds on snatched timing.

 

Gone now the wishes to end

the illicit and chase living

with heads bravely high,

dip feet in deep waters and

face needs of desire.

 

Not forgotten the wiles of

shared and shy feelings

that if but spoken 

would have made our poem

rife with potent rhyme.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' ,, feelings ~ that if but spoken ~ would have made our poem ~ rife with potent rhyme.'

Seems a deep plunge into beautiful poetry here, Fay.. line by line tale telling secrets, most subtle, some with hints of 'just read on, please' :) Think perhaps this might have the making of a short and silent movie, music gently playing amongst the stars. Sadly romantic..

[Fay Slimm]

Am smiling big here at the thought of a sadly romantic silent movie based on my few lines of tale-telling secrets dear emma - - thanks a load for your visit and supportive review.

[emmajoy]

Always a pleasure, you so often smile me for the day, Fay. Take care, luv, stay warm and smiley too.

[Neville]

.................... simply splendid Fay .. what a gift to lovers and would be lovers around the globe ... N :)

[Fay Slimm]

Yes the time to act is apt to slip by as happened to these two lying on sea-sand - well at least in my tale-telling piece of fancy here Nev........ so glad you enjoyed the read...........x