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August 24th 2008 06:57
Where Shall We Go?
by Vernon Scannell
by Vernon Scannell
Vernon Scannell
Waiting for her in the usual bar
He finds she's late again.
Impatience frets at him,
But not the fearful, half-sweet pain he knew
So long ago.
That cherished perturbation is replaced
By styptic irritation
And, under that, a cold
Dark current of dejection moves
That this is so.
There was a time when all her failings were
Delights he marvelled at:
It seemed her clumsiness,
Forgetfulness and wild non-sequiturs
Could never grow
Wearisome, nor would he ever tire
Of doting on those small
Blemishes that proved
Her beauty as the blackbird's gloss affirms
The bridal snow.
The clock above the bar records her theft
Of time he cannot spare;
Then suddenly she's here.
He stands to welcome and accuse her with
A grey 'Hello'.
And sees, for one sly instant, in her eyes
His own aggrieved dislike
Wince back at him before
Her smile draws blinds. 'Sorry I'm late,' she says.
'Where shall we go?'
Review in Poem by Dexter
The risk of love, the gamble of desire,
Insecurity fuels declining confidence.
Questioned affection, riddled in the mind,
Exaggerated and over exposed.
Love that’s new, an unfamiliar union with potential,
The loyal heart interrogated by nanoseconds.
The yearning wait, a dominant desire,
A tragedy of the soul begins.
As quickly as it started, neutered when fulfilled,
Forgotten emotions submerge, pleasure comes.
Why does faith need to be defined or defiled?
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