Nothing like coming home after a hard day, when the cold November wind is blowing winter into my soul, knowing that what I saw at the bookstore today will never make it better. But the house that once felt like a home lost its comfort and warmth when you left; all that remains are torn pieces of the poems you once wrote to me after a night of passion, compiled into a bestselling book, dedicated just to me, poems that shouted our love from the rooftops, poems that promised undying devotion, poems that mean nothing now, poems that were lies in metered rhyme, poems that I read by the fireplace every night, poems that I memorized and lived and breathed for...tell me, how many more women have been the inspiration behind your lines? Why do I ask this, you wonder? Because I went to the bookstore and they had a complete collection of your works; mine wasn't the only title there.
Pain and betrayal at its highest, Karla!! We can only hope when the poet wrote the poems to and about us, that at that moment, in that sparkling fraction of time, maybe he meant some of the words. Well done!!!! Peace. Joyce
cuts to the core. your delivery of and buildd up of this is fabulous, Karla, and the prose form fits because of the content / subject matter and also because it helps to build the flow and momentum. I really liked! Dawn
Poetic polygamy! Inspiration coming from more than one source. The bookstore is the private detective that has located the evidence of the crime of passion. It is said that "all is fair in love and war." Great subject for a write, Karla. Very thought-provoking!
Karla this is prose at its best!
I love the powerful cool calm collected
way you wrote this, yet still portraying
the image of deeply felt pain and anguish.Brava!
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
peace and love, Carole
This one is truly a keeper.
I asked that same question many times!!
Love Tinka
Felix
Sage
Moonlight on the sea does fade with dawn.
Though we may not know the where or when,
Their sweet caress will visit again.
©2005 Joseph* ~ OneLight*®
The prose you've written touches the heart.
Love & Light,
Joseph
One feels the pain of the jilted feelings of the hurting..
I love the powerful cool calm collected
way you wrote this, yet still portraying
the image of deeply felt pain and anguish.Brava!
Love,
Eileen