23 Fitzroy Road , Poison In Here Ear Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
23 Fitzroy Road , Poison In Here Ear
HE wispers poison in her ears.
SOUNDS like a ghost she thinks,
or a love thats been twisted, and
bent,
HE gives her flowers, and a bottle
of red wine, and a moment of hope,
just a moment, only a moment,
then he stumbles out the door.
HE wispers poison in her ears......
then brakes free.........
We must all watch out for that poison, excellent one againg David--Melvina--
Hi David, This sounds a little creepy, not like any love affair (haha) . Very unique, and original. Your use of imagery is good and very expressive. Take care.
THIS 23 FITZROY CRYPT...I HOPE ITS NOT IN N.Y.! ! ! GREAT WRITE...NICE USE OF EXPRESSION VIA LETTER CASING..IO! ''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
David, I like this, its style is very different. The poisonous lies to keep one on a string. Love certainly does twist or gets twisted. Neat poem :) Kim
I like this David. It certainly expresses the cruelty that we are capable of and to dash expectation (as you seem to be saying) is one of the cruelest acts. I was very much impressed by this work and particularly the last line' Many regards, Denis joe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sounds like a Bed And Breakfast joint! Nice poem.