Volatile

12Jan11

I saw a man walk down the street,

‘Twas sunset on North Terrace,

His shoes were shiny, hair was neat,

Bedecked in grey suit flawless.

He armed himself with flowers fresh

Clasped in a pink bouquet,

A grin of hope and teeth that flashed

Completed his array.

But woe is he! He fails to see

That by next morning light,

Those pretty flowers dead will be

If not love’s firelight.

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8 Responses to “Volatile”

  1. A grin of hope and teeth that flashed

    Completed his array…

    the way you use words is remarkable, thanks for sharing..

    A+

  2. But woe is he! He fails to see

    That by next morning light,

    Those pretty flowers dead will be

    If not love’s firelight….

    …love these lines and the detailed visuals in your writing.

    • 4 Linn

      Thank you! I was quite pleased with this one 🙂 I don’t usually manage to rhyme my lines so well.

  3. Oh, I read this last week and liked it then too. It’s a great piece, enjoyed finding it again!

  4. The last two lines say it all..An enjoyable piece of poetry with perfect flow.


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