Minutes seemed like hours
When we were on a date,
We’d settle down to dinner
You’d push it round the plate.
Conversations, stilted,
Silences grew long,
Inspiration wilted
Like a jaded song.
If love is worth the striving for
In all we say and do,
Why did it feel like tooth extraction
When I tried loving you?
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Comments
Yutka | January 29, 2009 - 18:24
not a bad "doodle", the feeling is raw and I like the rhyme, sadly now rather out of fashion...
Yutka:)
lenchenelf | January 29, 2009 - 19:36
Thanks Yutka, it was scribed after ovehearing my daughters comparing notes, post date, in their late teens....such simple honesty :-) atb L :-)
tamara (not verified) | January 29, 2009 - 19:39
It is brilliant,really enjoyed reading it.
lenchenelf | January 29, 2009 - 19:42
Thank you Tamara :-)
Nathan Bednarek | January 29, 2009 - 22:34
'We’d settle down to dinner
You’d push it round the plate.'
This is brilliant imagery and the poem, although short, is packed with layers of emotions and meaning. A very enjoyable read, well done.
Nathan.
threeleafshamrock | January 30, 2009 - 01:37
Len, I think we have a similar sense of humour. Love it ;)
Chris
lenchenelf | January 30, 2009 - 09:03
Thanks Nathan & Chris, glad it brought a smile :-)
L
jennifer | January 31, 2009 - 22:17
Ouch!
J x