Wrapped in cellophane

We had moments like the flowers
you stole and gave to me,
their stems still wet from
the stale water in the
painted old grey vase.

I pretended to ignore you,
scanning text I couldn't read,
Was it Lady Chatterley,
or just some trashy novel?

You could be so embarrassing,
serenading out of tune,
those impulsive dances
where I stood upon your toes
kissing, looking
touching nose to nose.

We fell on ice while skating
across the winter pond.
I wore a bruise for a week
I never cried - did I?

We had moments that
flashed by so fast
I wonder who you steal
flowers for now, or perhaps
you buy them,
wrapped in cellophane.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-10-04 at 09:17

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Great poem, great title.
Wish I could write like this.
Really enjoying reading some of your earlier works.
Should have done it years ago.
Regards Alan
2024-05-06


Rob Graber
So sad, so sweet, those relationships that are no more (to paraphrase Tennyson)... Great write!
2007-10-05


Rob Taylor
Only one word speaks of this work.....beautiful!
2007-10-05


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a beautiful poem and so stylish a childhood sweetheart perhaps
well done sublime rgds mike
2007-10-04


M Heathcote
Hi Elle

Beautiful as always
loved,

where I stood upon your toes
kissing, looking
touching nose to nose.

And I like the title:
wrapped in cellophane

Markx
2007-10-04