A path of golden bricks did not appear
nor did their love survive each passing year
like irksome weeds grave complications grew
outside the rain an omen with “I do.”
One Friday night a t-shirt contest wet
when through the crowds their eyes imploring met
her aspirations as a wife to be
while a wild cougar on the prowl was he.
Two clashing hearts can’t force a jointed climb
not once upon a lonely wayward time.
@laurie kolp
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12 comments:
That one left me wondering.
That one left me wondering.
Once upon a lonely wayward time..
I really like that the poem ends at the beginning of the story.
Ah, sometimes life is like that. Sad when it is.
in some countries, rain on ones wedding day is a good omen.
you conveyed a deep sense of sadness in few words, Laurie. LOVE the last line especially!
{your link at imaginary garden links back to imaginary garden instead of your blog.}
♥ dani
loved it.the backward movement was so cleverly captured.Its a mystery how you Marian or Mary write so many good poems with such frequency.
This is so cool! The ending is amazing.
I love the ending encircling the threaded thoughts, like the eye of a needle! Very clever! I could feel the pain and the disjointed memories...so hauntingly sad!
Well Done~
Oh, I have to repeat that the ending is so good in this poem. I love the melancholy touch in some poems - this is one such.
This is a pleasure to read - tells a good story. I especially admire the last two lines - that totally works.
Great way to put this one together, it really worked for me!
That was a great last line which somehow managed to covey the 'backwards moving story' perfectly.
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