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if I tap the wound it tingles
she never really went away
she just changed form
so I live with a comfortable pain
just below the heart
creeps to the realm of the stomach
I keep it reserved at all times
the thought of her
still knots it
her string untied
mine resides in my clenched palm
eager to re attach.
I use it to hang my rose coloured spectacles from
-I dangle them
and hypnotise myself
that she was perfect.
A little gem of a poem Pete. So much said in so few lines.
Cate xx
A very sad one - she must have been very special - rose tinted glasses or no.
Great expressions - many will find this connects well with their own lives.....
Best wishes
nice few lines, pete... i can relate to this a lot..
<Deleted User> (5646)
Wed 15th Jul 2009 23:34
Hi Pete,
i've been there a few times. Rose tinted specs are well and truly off now though. :-)
Nice work. Hope your leg is healing well.
Janet.x
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Gus Jonsson
Sun 19th Jul 2009 10:59
Jest made me Tingle Peter...
Then whats new...
Really well done
Gus