I think I've written this poem before
so correct me if I'm wrong,
the one about the quaint cafe;
a lover's tryst amidst the throng
or should I say a mob it was
of eavesdropping ears
trying to hear three words
that could melt away the years
of relationships cheating
the signs don't always behave
one double-crosses the other
breaks promises they gave
and all at once commitment
jettisons from the heart,
all because two lusty souls
were uncommitted from the start.
Does this sound familiar?
I'm sure I've said these words
in perhaps another voice,
a common theme not unheard.
Prompt inspiration: 3WW (behave, jettison, mob)
12 comments:
Great words on the pit falls of life. Lovely flow to them, too.
Touching and emotional.
wonderful use of those three words, a good flow
What a cleverly written piece..I feel like one of those eves droppers..picking up the story with my coffee..taking it home..like treasure..Jae
Ah, the things we overhear!
I like how you wrote this very clever.
Poignant, as life and love most
often is.
It sounds familiar, the "lover's tryst admidst the throng", but I eavesdrop far too long and may have gotten it wrong.
Well rewritten Laurie. :)
Interesting to think of this 3WW piece from two different perspectives -- both the ones eavesdropped on and the eavesdropper. I don't think people realize sometimes how much another can hear in a public place. A very clever write...much to ponder.
Some conversations are best kept out of public places. Nicely written.
Nice perspective here... very creative use of the prompts ...enjoyed this ~
This poem was so good. I could imagine the scene vividly.
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