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An empty apartment, laundry hanging to dry,
Panic strewn places
Filled with echoes of cries.
Deep memories clear of the night before,
A taste to the lips
Then a drop to the floor.
The phone too far, the world cut off,
No one to hear
A young girl’s cough.
He’d left the parcel, a naïve hope,
Sick quirk of fate,
His last attempt to cope.
His passion waited too long to unveil
And so this desire-filled cuisine
Ends this ex-lovers tale.
Panic strewn places
Filled with echoes of cries.
Deep memories clear of the night before,
A taste to the lips
Then a drop to the floor.
The phone too far, the world cut off,
No one to hear
A young girl’s cough.
He’d left the parcel, a naïve hope,
Sick quirk of fate,
His last attempt to cope.
His passion waited too long to unveil
And so this desire-filled cuisine
Ends this ex-lovers tale.
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I wrote this for a book, The Thought that Counts.
But I doubt that they'll like it.
It might confuse you... You might not understand how the title of the book (theme) goes with my poem.
I'd be curious to know what ideas you come up with. I spent a long time with this, it'd be appreciated.
All I can say is, the title is really important.
But I doubt that they'll like it.
It might confuse you... You might not understand how the title of the book (theme) goes with my poem.
I'd be curious to know what ideas you come up with. I spent a long time with this, it'd be appreciated.
All I can say is, the title is really important.
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I felt that Jazz! Excellent work!