Nostalgia for the sweet, spousal swivel
Moments when surprise synchronizes eyes
Will yield, as the early blossoms shrivel
To looks that past selves would not recognize
At first, the present glistens with fresh love
Each gesture and caress throbs with delight
The most subtle adjustment of a glove
Contains a silent promise, kept by night
But soon, imagination will construct
Futures in which small problems are enlarged
Annoying habits linger and instruct
The eyes in glaring at the villain, charged
How swiftly we condemn those we adored
Who, having thrilled us before, leave us bored
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton6 days ago in Fiction
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So true. That's what happens in most relationships. Loved your poem!