Open Poetry #49 |
The Times of Our Lives |
ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
"Guilty" I plead, But here the law works differently. I pretend to hear the door slam, I pretend to hear you scream. The gable falls, And silence rules the room. And I wish you were here But you never were. I think of highway, The one we travel, Can't believe How close we live And will never find each other. So I pretend At the kitchen table. Perhaps we would have had kids, A dog or a cat, But the illusions die, And with tears in my eyes, I cry out "Guilty!" But the law here works differently. Richard |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I guess the law does works differently when you assume she is near but only in your thoughts. ~*~ Love is friendship set on fire. ~*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...James |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
The beginning and end of this poem really set it apart from others with a simaler theme. Good job! Lori |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Thank you all |
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