Going for Coffee
And while I was within
An ace of falling for your lies,
Believing your cries of devotion,
Waiting for Spring to begin.
I heard my heartbeats.
Louder than words,
Moving me towards,
A life that would not repeat,
The pain of loving you again.
***
44 words Quadrille for this week’s d’Verse Poets prompt: ace
We could not capture the rhythm nor rhyme of each other’s stories.
Conversations weaved and wandered, mundane and misunderstood.
We heard sentences not sentiments,
Feigned commitment to our cause.
Curiosity faded so we cast hopes towards the stars.
Too many explanations spoiled our love.
44 words for d’Verse Quadrille prompt today: ‘Spoil’
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Though I cannot touch your shirtsleeve, I reach out.
You answer me, pull me close with softly written words.
Soothe. Calm.
We shield ourselves with flannel paragraphs,
Hold life’s storms at bay,
Understanding, no matter what our whethers,
Friendship moors us in undeniable harbour.
44 words for d’Verse Poets Pub Monday quadrille prompt: harbor/harbour
Marquee neon spotlights the startled expression of someone who once pretended to love me. My hand reaches deep into my empty coat pocket and it’s then I realize: I’ve already tossed our past away.
A 33 word Trifecta-like writing challenge for myself and for writer Tom MacInnes. Please pop over to Tom’s new blog to read his response.
Jo-Anne Teal, Writer 