Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Poem

Reflecting thoughts on the bedroom wall
with lipstick, left by you when you rushed home,
I try to picture a life at daytime
But all I can do is
Think more thougts
Dream more dreams
Drink more vodka
And meet another you
When will I see you again?

4 comments:

  1. Sad words, beautifully expressed, Terrebel! I didn't know you wrote poetry. This is great! I'll be looking for more. Have a lovely evening and a great tomorrow!

    Sylvia

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  2. Thank you for your kind words, Sylvia!

    In my younger days I used to recite poetry in clubs and bars in exchange for a few free drinks. Those were the days...;-)

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  3. Mmmm sounds like my younger days, I was in quite a few little theater productions, performed with a musical group in a night club to pay my way through college. I'll check out the sight. Thanks, Terrebel!

    Sylvia

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  4. Great stuff, Sylvia! I always knew you had it in you...I still perform in nightclubs. Mostly in the Burlesque-scene. Had a few performances with The Rocky Horror Show and even did a few Snow White panto's in England. Great fun!

    Maybe we could perform togethe one day...;-)

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