I met her one blurry New Years eve
She who would hang as a glorious ornament, from your sleeve
Back in those times of hours, no sand
I can picture her (now grasping) your lovely hand
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Nice humor in a painting of jealousy and desire. Well done my friend!
, , this is so lovely, , , really like this, , , that was a difficult position to be at, , ,
This is so honest and funny to, loved this poem. Great write!
Your confession thru this poem mirrors your innocence, your love for truthfulness.Thanks for sharing.
lovely..................flows so well and swiftly..............great use of words in right place expresses your thought well..............
Now I realize hate and jealousy is part and parcel of love. Great flow and the right words to express your feelings. Lovely write.
The leery juxtaposition of love and hate laden with the depiction of grand imagery. Lucy is the picture now cold on your feet and bold in your mind's eye. And sure, you are the kahuna snaking the meanderings of your own jealousy.
this poem flows very fast, as the poet has chosen the right words, contents, the plot and the title to keep readers to read and enjoy!
this is a delicious poem... it starts like a mouthful of good red wine, and then slowly but surely it scurries away leaving you with a sweet and sour flavor that makes you want some more... well done