End of an Affair and Oreos (poem) by Marcia Miller-Twiford on AuthorsDen

End of an Affair and Oreos
by Marcia Miller-Twiford → (All Poetry by Marcia Miller-Twiford)
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End of an Affair and Oreos You were button-down shirts, designer ties and Gucci loafers I'm Levis, cowboy boots and T-shirts You we're dinner at fine restaurants, the opera and Chopin I'm anything take-out, walks on the beach and mellow jazz You we're lobster thermidor, chocolate souffle and cappuccino I'm pizza, ice cream cones and ice-cold beer You we're upward mobility, state-of-the-art and cutting edge I'm happy with now, anything that works, and old is comfortable You we're the Wall Street Journal, USA Today and Time magazine I'm this week’s best seller, magazines for writers, and anything by Stephen King You we're ski trips to Aspen, reservations for a suite, and first-class airfare I'm walks in the countryside, nature, and long drives with no destination You always drank the last of the milk and hoarded the cookies. I now have plenty of milk and my very own Double Stuf Oreos. © Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on November 5, 2008

Marcia,

A comparison that dazzles . . . sparkle on!!

Best wishes,

Lance

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 24, 2008

anymore like him around send him to me;-) I enjoyed this alot!

luv,
et

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

grins for this one...well done expression of opposites attract only to discover in the end there is not enough similiarity to continue forward

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

You described me like a snob, with is find with me (Chopin? more likely Paganini) but you forgot to tell them the ways I went around to put "that" smile in your lips and why your eyes rolled as you sighed...

Georg

Reviewed by Darryn Murphy

Reviewed on September 23, 2008

I like it :)

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

What a study in contradictions, Marcia :-)

This pairing was black/white, total opposites, a living oreo. Had you stated this openly in your poem, it would have been trite. But you did not; you allowed your reader to grasp this -- and that is what makes you a great writer.

A toast to plenty of milk and oreos :-)

Ted