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Missing Corsages
by J. P. DaviesThe look, hunted, sought.
flashes wildly, face so numb.
Stretched wide, half-forced smile.
In 3x5 no clues, to next days disasters
But It's riding on his mind, you know
Being the deception, who laughs.
Pretend that it's alright.
Wild night's completed.
And selfishness, so superlative.
All augering itself, to trusting eyes.
Affixed in requiem, this adds up,
To missing corsages, bare wrists.
And a girl, quietly begging,
for some sign, or clue.
That he loves her. 01/30/2004 Posted on 01/31/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/02/04 at 01:58 PM I like how this piece balances nicely on the tight rope between saying too little and saying too much; creates intrigue, but also generates a certain sadness in the missing corsage. |
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