Gift Card...

A black lace fan – gift wrapped
a present for his wife
meant to make her smile
In perfection she held it for a while
then as if scorched
by flames the light went from her eyes
slowly, wilting to die
Spoken silence knew - the reason why
A gift card -
'thank you for last night'
not her – for she had sat alone
and cried.



Poetry by Poppy
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Written on 2012-06-20 at 12:07

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
There's a lovely rhythm in this that I find attractive. I think it is in the regular use of rhyme words; some of which are not exact yet sound similar in the reading of the text. It's song-like and poetic in a rap kind of way and reminds also of how some of Patty Griffin's songs are effective through the use of random placements of repetitive rhyme.

Thanks.
2012-06-26


Stars&Pills
Congratulations; very well deserved. I especially like the punch it packs with the ending, but you know I love your writing.
2012-06-22


Poppy
Oh wow - how delighted am I?

Thank You so much.

Poppy ~xx~
2012-06-21


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2012-06-21