We’ve had some fun
but our story is complete
The moral knife still twisting deep
That improper thing must always be beat
So, you turn your back
and off you creep
Promising me each memory
you’ll fondly keep
And with my battered trust
and my itchy feet
how firmly you believe
I’ll casually retreat
back into the dark
at the end of the street
We knew the rules, we knew the game
and still we had to cheat
We wrote through sun
and rain and sleet
We thought ourselves immune
our passion so discrete
now the choice is made
we casually hit ‘delete’
You’re so sure
my heart won’t miss a beat
we blackened many notebooks
we tore out many sheets
So much goes unsaid
those poems stay incomplete
All filed away in the dark
at the end of the street
Do you think me as some devil
replete with tricks and treats
it seemed like art at first
something so unique
An open mind, an open cage
a bird that often leaves
And yet here we are again
that same story on repeat
What made your soul once leap
now feels so obsolete
Was there always something missing
a fatal flaw in this conceit
It no longer matters
our time, we did deplete
my footsteps fade into the dark
at the end of the street
Where I fein my understanding
and wrestle with relief
Peering out
through the dampening eyes of my defeat
I’ll fold myself so small
my vanishing so neat
I slip from this scene
back into the dark
at the end of the street…
[2022]
Thanks for reading. All emotions are imagined.
The Lighthouse 
Now you have me pondering on your statement that “All emotions are imagined.” Is that a general point, or specific to this piece? Thereby hangs a tale! Is it yours to tell, or any one of us?
This poem seems to me to be a new tangent for you Tom. It may just be that my mind has been addled by the excess heat over the past few days but the tale seems more contrived than usual. Is that just me?
In any case, I like it!
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Thanks for reading Peter. I have been doing a few more ‘relationship’ ones of late… my current theme is ‘entanglements’. I’ve got one more to finish then I’ll be moving on to other things. I’m even writing one about a shed – thanks to you… 🙂
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Take care in using any electric tools when writing that!
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Love this one my friend 🖤
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🤩 You know, I nearly binned this one but then I thought, hopefully there someone out there on WP who might like it… So your comment is extra pleasing to read. Thanks!
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Well I for one am definitely glad you didn’t bin it! Right up my street this – and beautifully crafted as always 😊🖤
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Thank you!
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👍🖤
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Reblogged this on creative writing course and commented:
“Lighthouses are endlessly suggestive signifiers of both human isolation and our ultimate connectedness to each other.”
– Virginia Woolf
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Thanks for reblogging my poems 😃 I can’t access the site it’s blogged on but hopefully others can. 👌🏼
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Good one! I like the use of discrete instead of discreet, a subtle difference.
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🙂 Thanks Gretchen.
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