
She now plants landmines where she once stationed azaleas but then spring is long past now, high sun skirmishes beseech to ignite the bonfires of autumn worse still, Jack Frost stirs rubbing his eyes, yawning rousing himself once more mischief, as ever his vexing wheeze Whatsoever that was then when the ball was still in play He stands, hands on hips curtains drawn wide open back bedroom, top of the house watching her prune whatever it is she prunes him, pondering the point as to how from sustainable stalemate she has broken through his lines to claim victory in a self-rule he sees only as his rout That this is a mere flash an event anterior to the cerebral scars of invidious bloodbath is the only saving grace for this amiable jester long since salvaged, now woven tightly into the threads of seasoned new love's genius, and the taffeta cloak masking for him alone her bountiful treasures
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So understated, Mike. Deep stuff!
My thanks, Sir
Beautiful Mike, Taffeta cloak, such a lovely image, the music, a perfect blend.
My thanks, young Holly
My pleasure always!
Wonderful.
Cheers Sir. My thanks.
Ah Mike, what can I say? Every line is a treasure. Just beautiful. Tremendous work.
Very kind of you, young Ms S. This ‘almost poem’ was all about the time many, many years gone by when marriage number 1…I’d married far to young…had fallen apart, yet good fortune was on my side when sometime later I bumped into mad Shirl and have never looked back…save perhaps this piece. Have a splendid weekend, you and yours. Regards, The Old Fool
Very strong and at the same time floating, dear Sir. And Simon & Garfunkel “Dangling Conversation” (one of my favourites) fits perfect!
PS: In your picture with Bonzo, from your memorandum, in the front of a house. You look very like Tony Iommi, you know, from Black Sabbath. 😉👍
My thanks, Sir. That song is also one of my own favourites. A fine lyric indeed.
You have me wondering too, what is she pruning. Cheers, good Sir🎩
I suspect she was pruning the plants aside the grave she’d fashioned for me…such was life back then. Many thanks for reading.
Good you manage to outwit her to tell the tale. A pleasure, Sir.
The thought process behind a failing marriage, beautifully captured.
Best wishes, Pete.
My sincere thanks, Sir
A great reflective piece on how our (perception of) love changes, be it positive or negative. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find a lifetime worth living. Fine writing.
So true, your words, Sir. Many thanks.
Love the words in this
Very kind of you to say. My thanks. Regards, The Old Fool
Beautifully evoked and perfect music! 🙂
My thanks, young Ms Kaye. Kind words warming a freezing day in Olde England. Regards, The Old Fool
Me thinks we are sharing the brutal cold! 🙂
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Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
Outstanding poetry my friend. Can I order your books from Barnes and Noble?
Cheers, John. I’m nothing if not lazy. Marketing hither and yon is something I should perhaps do more of. As such, all my tomes are lurking within Amazon/Kindle. Regardless, my sincere thanks, Sir
I like the Barnes and Noble. I order my Great Britain music and books, I want. Accept cash. Hello from Michigan my friend.
This is so beautiful 😘
My thanks, Antonina
How lovely, TOF!
You have so much respect and love for women. You are a softie tofftie.
Love the tune you picked to go with this.
Now, if I may add, having seen the words “Jack Frost”
🎼 Jack Frost roasting on an open fire,
Chestnuts nipping at your nose. 🎼
Very kind of you to say, young Resa. I belive gals should rule the planet and beyond. Us chaps have ruined everything thus far in evolotion. This day I still suffer from yesterday’s event when puppy Rosie running at an increderble speed knocked me clean out when our heads smashed together. She got me in the temple, her bonce clashing with mine, following which I was 100% sparko for a time. Fortunatly she was unharmed. I wonder how many people on the planet have been decked by a puppy…methinks this is one for the media. Have a fine weekend, you and yours, TOF
Brilliant. Love the line about curtains too. 😊
My thanks, Paula
Hi Mike, and thanks Un abrazo Juan
Again, my sincere thanks, Sir
Both the picture and the writing are so beautiful!
My thanks. I wish I knew the artist for I’d love the original on my wall. Regards, The Old Fool
The picture is amazing and I really like the poem, Mike.
My thanks
Nice! 💗
My thanks
Welcome! 😁
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