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| Open Poetry #44 |
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The Waiting Game |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
I sat nearby the chestnut oak; The clock the seventh hour stroke, Our scheduled time to join the fete. I savoured a good cigarette And fantasized on a nymphette As I was waiting for my date. And then I saw the girl approaching The bench where I was ruminating In vain the existential marrow. She sat by me as if by chance And then we talked of love and France, Plays of Moliere, Ravel’s bolero. And thus we sat and talked all night Graced with the stars and moon so bright Until the quiet break of day. As for my date she never came So I gave up the waiting game And it was then I went away. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Unexpected ending! Lovely write, with a nice rhythm too. Love, Margherita  |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
Thanks for reading, Margherita, and have a wonderful day Mark |
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