Our Intrigue
The avenue's near
One end you can hear the tram
The other church bells
One a call to work
And but a short walk from it
A call to prayer
I answered neither
I only sat in the park
Waiting for Milly
And from the center
She walked every day
It was our intrigue
Dimensions of love
Are broad it was our magic
It truly changed me
But we had to pay
Now we have stains on our hearts
Where love used to be
Oh, that's sad. :-(
ReplyDeleteHmmmmmn!
ReplyDeleteOh this is delicate and lovely and ultimately hauntingly beautiful. Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteYou never know what will be left behind, in the place of love?
ReplyDeleteLooks like you have just described my area, the train, the church and the park in between!!
ReplyDeleteCenter was one of the prompt words Rallentanda and as I am a purist I used it instead of our centre. I'll try not to make that faux pas again.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely piece. It's interesting how many of us used stain for hearts, spirits, or souls. There's a soft tone to this that I really enjoy.
ReplyDeleteIntrigues often end that way, but the stain that remains can bring a fond smile of remembrance.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful poem..
ReplyDeletereading the menu in the clouds outside
This reads like a whispered tale told over a glass of wine, or two. Soft and delicate.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
:)
ReplyDeleteOld Egg, I love this, but this part spoke to me:
ReplyDelete"One a call to work
And but a short walk from it
A call to prayer"
Really gorgeous that.
Pamela
It always ends up like that! OK, maybe not always, but more often than not. Nicely written Old. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. Even though the ending is so sad I love the way it goes.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem, sad ending and all!
ReplyDeleteYour words settle perfectly into the space were love was. well done.
ReplyDeleteThinking of songs this morning and your verse reminds me of the song: "Me and Mrs. Jones" ...had a thing going on - but they were both married to other people and had to 'end' it.
ReplyDeleteNicely done. And I for one appreciate your effort to use the spelling of the words in the list. But would not be offended either if you chose to use the spelling that was more comfortable to you.
Thanks for stopping by my wordle, Jules
"...stains on our hearts
ReplyDeleteWhere love used to be"
This is a gut wrenching line, OldEgg! You've written this from a knowing place, I can tell. I've been there and that's a recognizable tale.
I love this poem...it was magic! Is this not what we're looking secretly all life...Now you know :)x
ReplyDeletewhat a gorgeous haiku string; i posted my wordle 125 response only today, late this week
ReplyDeletemuch love