Sunday, 18 March 2018

My Frailty


Sweet girl that sugars all my needs
Appears now with bottle in hand
"Wine?" She asks. pouring me a glass
Burning a fond kiss on my heart
Whilst I'm writing in my man cave

 Flowers have no hope when she's here
They nod their heads in humility
Petals droop jealous of her flair
Whilst my heart flares with ardent love
Hoping one day she will say "Yes"

 Sadly I had not read the signs
For her look, her speech, passed me by
She whispered with a voice that burns
Severing bonds permanently
Then I wept showing my frailty

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19 comments:

  1. Julian18 March 2018 at 03:03

    A well crafted poem with a flowing narrative of which I really enjoyed reading. How we show our emotional frailty.
    Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Sanaa Rizvi18 March 2018 at 05:30

    Love this especially "Burning a fond kiss on my heart."💖

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  3. Anonymous18 March 2018 at 06:02

    beautifully heartfelt and some superb imagery - especially love how even the flowers are eclipsed

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  4. Rommy18 March 2018 at 06:09

    Oh those missed opportunities are heart breakers.

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  5. Magaly Guerrero18 March 2018 at 06:34

    Oh, Robin this is beautifully heartbreaking, especially after we are choked by that ending. We feel the love, the bliss, sip the wine, and weep the tears with the speaker.

    That ending rips at the heart...

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  6. Thotpurge18 March 2018 at 07:24

    The one that got away or the one that wasn't meant to be!!! :)

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  7. Donna@LivingFromHappiness18 March 2018 at 07:29

    The sadness of a rebuff....but not frailty, humanity is shown in your tears....I loved how you wove these words today.

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher18 March 2018 at 07:53

    I wonder if we humans will ever see weeping as a sign of strength rather than a sign of frailty?

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky18 March 2018 at 08:58

    You paint the scene so vividly......i love "burning a fond kiss on my heart".

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  10. brudberg18 March 2018 at 09:05

    I think that every relationship hangs on that single moment... if we miss it, there is no going back.

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  11. Neeraj Khanka18 March 2018 at 09:37

    This is beautiful and agonizing..."the missed signs" and the life changes that moment !

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  12. hyperCRYPTICal18 March 2018 at 12:04

    I echo MMT's comment. Weeping is often a strength, a necessary out-flowing of emotions.
    I do love your words BTW
    Anna :o]

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  13. Mary18 March 2018 at 13:45

    It is so sad when love doesn't work out as one hopes. A poignant piece of writing.

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  14. Susan18 March 2018 at 17:12

    Beautiful: "Flowers have no hope when she's here
    They nod their heads in humility" Though it's too bad it was not to be more a part of the narrator's life.

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  15. ZQ18 March 2018 at 17:31

    I felt in in the pit of my heart.
    ZQ

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  16. Vivian Zems18 March 2018 at 17:35

    Men are from Mars. ..etc..The signs are clear as day...we just don't speak the same language.

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  17. Gillena Cox19 March 2018 at 04:14

    Wow!!! I was totally absorbed; feeling so happy for the guy. Now i'm totally devastated with him.
    You certainly drew me into this on Robin

    Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Standard this week

    much love...

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  18. Rosemary Nissen-Wade19 March 2018 at 04:57

    Oh, how sad! That middle verse puts me in mind of other Romantic (or anyway, romantic) poets. Byron ... even Shakespeare.

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  19. Alice Audrey19 March 2018 at 20:57

    I'd love to know just which severing words she used.

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