The Pact
I was lanky once
In the springtime of my
life
Looking down like you
Now I have been crushed
A poor pathetic being
As you call me home
I have love to give
But none that will receive
it
Come on destruction
Will there be soft kisses
And eyes that sparkle at
me?
So that is my deal
My ultimatum
You restore what I have
lost
I’ll come willingly
There is somebody out there for you.The world is a big place. Don't give up. The problem is all the best sheilas live in Sydney.Unfortunately I'm ' spoken for ' but I will keep an eye out for you:)
ReplyDeleteRelax Rallentanda, prompt words are just that. I write them down and let the ideas form and even I am surprised at what my fingers type! P.S. I knew you would be taken.
ReplyDelete" I heard you were saucy at my gates,and allowed your approach to wonder at you rather than to hear you. If you be not mad be gone;if you have reason,be brief:tis not that time of moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue"....Twelfth Night
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Don't often get an opportunity to show off my Shakespeare:)
Rallentanda (I'm very relaxed)
I think we all long to give ourselves to that one person who can give back all we've lost as we've been kicked about by life. Sadly, it rarely ever comes to pass.
ReplyDeleteOh!! No!! don't tell me you want to get into this pact to be crushed beyond repair!!
ReplyDeleteI will call it "hara-kiri" self destruction!! :)
Loved where the prompt words took you!!
I'm a bit concerned - for myself, actually. I read this poem as a final, challenging 'candle flutter', before death. Talk about being open to interpretation!
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant. Not sure if I should be concerned too. I read it as Altonian did.
ReplyDeleteAmazing is what simple prompts evoke.
Robin,
ReplyDeleteMy first time here. What a first impression. Looking forward to reading more.