Cynthia puts things in perspective and measures the distance between her and her rival, while at the same time waxing prophetic about Todd.
If memory serves, your plate it is full,
though your appetite may yet wait on taste.
You have a mistress whose senses grow dull.
In aiming to please, she tends towards waste,
in stalking her prey, she poisons the game;
in loving, a novice; in teasing, a tart;
in artful discretion, public house shame;
inelegance writ large, from whole to part.
But you’ve made your bed, in that I won’t lie;
you’ve turned the tide, now ebbing to woe.
Save recollections. Bid farewell and sigh,
as day follows day from summer to snow.
One morn you will turn to love once was true ,
weeping oceans of tears, salty and blue.
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|a sensitive and probing poem that stirs emotion ...|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Cynthia's expressive thoughts give her peace.
Splendid writing Roger.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Nicely done, Roger.|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Tears in the ocean insignificant
in their vastness *Roger* while
seasons do their biding to express
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|The soundness of your work is helping me understand and, with more sensitivity, appreciate sonnets, Roger. Thankyou! Hoping all is well with you and your beloved. Peace and continued inspiration... richard|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|"Cry me a river," she sultry croons.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Interesting indeed and I definately perks the reader's interest in this character.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|HMMMM...AT THIS POINT, WHO CARES WHAT HE DOES, OR REAPS? BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT CYNTHIA'S WOUNDS ARE FRESH AND IN THE BEGINNING, FRESH WOUNDS, THOUGH HEALING, DO STILL 'SMART'. ILL BE GLAD WHEN CYNTHIA IS ABLE TO SAY, 'SUCH IS LIFE' AND MOVE ON. THANKS, ROGER. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|