Dear Darcy by Nicole Assenza back of the arm drags across the mouth and a fool piano grins, teeth are splayed and fingered, all imbibed play along some other spine, in mind does it sing sweet, or sting— remembering? true or false it may ring, imagine it, rather sobering; (the poetry escapes you as often soul escapes from hell) a bolt from the blue, it’s water to wine if, when, chew your tongue and cry, cry, cry,-- the blood is cooled from a lack of supply-- by a saccharine devil, dear Darcy– you were so, caught— however, wasn’t there a lovely lilt, perhaps, one measure in nine to the song, caught in the right rhyme? pray, to play that tune again, yet it’s not quite right oh, to once more, record refrains of inebriated ivory unable to reinvent a bliss and so uninspiring is this: in reply a smile in candlelight 01/13/2008 Author's Note: do you feel sorry for your bullets, your bombs? Posted on 01/14/2008 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/14/08 at 04:40 AM Interesting and right to the heart. Always a good combination. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)