Briefly an affair
Her skin was like porcelain
My fine china doll
I loved her deep voice
The prayers she chanted sadly
Her wrists as they turned
Me, hooked once again
We would meet in the moonlight
And I swore true love
She loved gaudy things
But her family wanted papers
That I provided
Now left in limbo
Tumbling in oblivion
They’re free, but not me
For I remember
Her skin was like porcelain
My fine china doll
Sad and wistful; nicely done.
ReplyDeletegood word, wistful: fits Egg's poem perfectly.
DeleteThe repetition was strong as fired clay..very effective..i guess reality tarnishes any fine porcelain..
ReplyDeleteWishful yes but still a dream that can well be pursued! Wonderful write oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
almost like a remembrance of something that was more doll-like than real
ReplyDeleteCompletely captivating.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure you made it all up. :)
ReplyDeleteLove it! You made this look simple but those haiku style stanzas are difficult to write to order. Well done!
ReplyDeleteRomantic and yet grittily modern. Interesting combo and great poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku string. It definitely evokes a romantic image and the photo completes it.
ReplyDeleteOh, Oh, Oh, This is just exquisite - love each the delicacy of the entire work:)
ReplyDeleteAnother detailed snapshot of love misplaced or misjudged. We humans do awful things to one another to get what we want.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I have to ditto, Elizabeth's comment on this poem, Old Egg. Beautifully penned. Look at me! I am actually out-of-my-shell, commenting on Sunday. Thanks for reading my ramblings and supporting me. It is much appreciated.
ReplyDeletePamela
I can see the girl, I can feel the sadness...More of it - the haiku style, rhythm easily play together with melody, the song I just sung with every third line as refrain....nice
ReplyDeleteLovely work, OE. repetition works beautifully here.
ReplyDeleteGorgeously written! Painting beautiful and sad pictures... *smile*
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