This poem appears in my book "Ripples"
On the last ring of the phone Just around the corner, but unknown A night spent apart, alone As a mourner for the lorn A dozen roses for another hectic day On Valentine's day one never supposes The reason for being fashionably late In the movies, in the seats One on, and one off the train (As the background music begins to play) One on each side of the door with words, but none we say The crescendo then the scene segue I'm Astaire, Gable, Grant and Kong To your Ginger, Marilyn, Audrey and Fay I'll see you at home tonight, don't be long We just missed each other today
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.