Gene Bourne Poet Iambic Pentameter

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• This poem was posted 04-29-14.
• It disappeared from my list during the past week.

It accumalated almost 500 reads. I'm reposting it with a new final stanza.

The poem could have been deleted accidently, but that seems unlikely

but is the only reason I can come up with..

Thanks,

Gene Bourne.

Dime Romance

You have a dream of love that didn't last. 
You search for something wrong, you might have done. 
The lockets, half a heart, were custom cast, 
The polished gold assured no end would come. 

You never knew we were a dime romance.
You felt the Earth was orbiting for me.
With suitcase packed, without a backward glance, 
I locked my heart, a twist to break the key. 

Exhilaration faded to regret, 
As truth, the uninvited one, swept through. 
How blind your were, this loving me, you met. 
For you embraced a me you never knew. 

Received a letter, no return address
I soaked it thoroughly. The pink turned brown.
I hoped she sensed the fire, my last redress
And felt each cinder crashing to the ground.


Gene Bourne
04-29-14





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Hilda Greenhough November 30, 2023 at 12:03 AM A lovely poem. I liked the unromance quality. It was a fine twist on an old theme.

Serge Tolmachev October 8, 2023 at 8:16 AM Gosh this is good.

Chadwick Vincent April 15, 2015 at 2:00 PM Hello Gene, Really love your style of words and what you have to say! I will read more of your work! How long have you been writing? I love writing, it is a great way of expression! Keep in touch! You are a Great Writer! Chadwick Vincent

Funom Makama December 1, 2014 at 9:48 AM I had a fantastic read. I will really love to read more of your work....

Charmaine Chircop November 21, 2014 at 7:19 AM She sent him a letter with no address.This makes it final to romance,and it seems the emotion of pain and regret makes him burn the letter. A relationship which found its end.Sad andd beautiful!

Thomas Carney November 14, 2014 at 8:06 AM Outstanding poem Gene, and I love the twist you added on the last stanza. A tale of love lost and scorned. The meter was flawless. I read it out loud and there was no break in the beat. We talk much like this, why can't more folks write this way>? One thing I did not get, is why the letter was soaked? Is that a protective measure since there was no return address....what could be lethal inside ? Miss your poetry my PS friend, Thomas

Nicholas Rao October 17, 2014 at 1:37 PM Nice lyrical feel. I could see it being set to music – except for the last stanza, which is excellent and best as is. "I felt each cinder crashing to the ground." Great image. Gene Bourne October 21, 2014 at 9:08 PM Hi, Nicholas. I hope passersby on the sidewalk wonder why she suddenly jolts as the cinders crash to the ground.....I appreciate your kind comments about the poem and its being reinstated...My best to you...Your Friend....Gene Bourne.

Laura Breidenthal October 5, 2014 at 6:41 PM Wow, powerful piece and I am in awe.... I appreciate the effort you must have put into it. It flows very nicely indeed. My favorite line "I locked my heart, a twist to break the key." That invoked a powerful feeling and image. Excellent poetry here! Sorry to hear it was somehow removed from your list. But I am so thankful it is back on and I was able to read. : ) Always, Laura Gene Bourne October 7, 2014 at 8:07 AM Thank you, Laura. The "twist line" is my favorite. The original final stanza had the protagonist mourning. I was so mad to see the poem gone...the protagonist became bitter, to better match my mood :>). You write such interesting comments..Your friend..Gene

Cona Adams October 3, 2014 at 7:22 AM Have been reading many of your poems, Gene. Early morning inspiration time. Well written, metered and rhymed. Gene Bourne October 3, 2014 at 2:38 PM It's nice of you to say, Cona. Your comments are appreciated....Your PS friend....Gene

Gary Bateman October 2, 2014 at 3:25 PM Gene . . . I had to read your most extraordinary work here again!! And he burn's the letter at the end. A fitting conclusion. Most Wonderful My Friend!! Cheers, Gary Gene Bourne October 3, 2014 at 2:45 PM Gary, I thought he deserved a little self satisfaction. He didn't open and read it, either. Hope you have a great day. I've been delayed a couple of days due to a few ailments...Your friend, Gene.

Liam Mcdaid September 30, 2014 at 5:09 PM this is truly very beautiful pen gene Gene Bourne October 1, 2014 at 6:59 AM Thanks, liam. Your comment is appreciated...Your PS friend....Gene

Gene Bourne September 29, 2014 at 1:59 PM Friend Gary...my mind's eye finally found "netrun" and I corrected the typo. I re-read my poems in blocks of emotion and sometimes fail to concentrate on a single word. Thanks, my friend...Gene. Gary Bateman October 2, 2014 at 3:28 PM Gene, I reviewed and responded again to this superb work above. I had the same problem with my latest two poems posted on most recently. My wife caught a few things I missed. But, at least, she caught them. No Worries though -- your writes are great and always on target. Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary

Phyllis Babcock September 27, 2014 at 11:51 AM You did sum up your poem very well to Gary. Heartache is always difficult to deal with and you show your emotion in this poem. Well done Gene. love phyl Gene Bourne September 27, 2014 at 3:59 PM Hi, friend phyl....It's good to hear from you...I haven't been on line or circulated as much as I'd like. I hope all is well with you. I appreciate your comments, as always. Love, Gene

Gary Bateman September 25, 2014 at 9:08 AM Hello Gene. Again, I'm always quite captivated with your metered poetry. Staying within the Iambic Pentameter strictures you do everything -- words, beat, and all -- with an economy of force and perfect diction to emote the proper emotion and the corresponding result or effect. This certainly testifies powerfully to the superb quality of effort you put into all of your writes. In the 4th quatrain though that "neturn" appears vice "return." (A typo). I've marked you as a "FAV Poet." Best, Gary. Gary Bateman September 26, 2014 at 4:08 PM Gene, Thanks for the additional information!! I was able to deduce the salt in the wound thing + his soaking of the letter with lighter fluid. I've got one I will be working on called: "Jukebox Gigolo" that will touch on some dime-level romancing. I will send you a test mail at your yahoo address. Best, Gary Gene Bourne September 26, 2014 at 2:10 PM Gary, Apoligies for the garbled, first two lines, which refer to the "lost" poem's final stanza. I was trying to pare the comment below the required "400" characters. ....YF....Gene Gene Bourne September 26, 2014 at 2:00 PM Hi, Gary. The original final stanza eases away from him eases him away from heartache then sums up allegorically .This new final verse showcases his anger over rejection. He receives a letter from her with no return address ("salt in the wound?"). He doesn't open the letter, soaks it in lighter fluid and burns it (a final, personal "redress" for his suffering and my anger over having a poem vanish). Anytime you want to discussanything...>[email protected]<...Thanks for the comment. Your Friend, Gene