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Vivienne Blake Poem
A garden in the hush of eventide,
all work has stopped, the buds have closed in sleep.
A summer place, we saunter side by side.
Above, a crescent moon is set to peep
shyly on our bliss, both satisfied
and sad the day is ending glorified.
Reluctantly we turn our steps aside
towards the setting sun that dips below
the trees that line the riverside
with red-streaked colour statement. It must go,
to stay away for hours, just to preside
on other summer places we don’t know.
We turn again, prepared to go inside
as night must fall, the moon will still to abide.
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Copyright © Vivienne Blake | Year Posted 2013
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Vivienne Blake Poem
Hopelessness attempts to drive me under,
despair to take me down, break me asunder
but loss of love can never quite defeat
or drown, or mercilessly leave to flounder
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for I am not yet ready to retreat
or cede to your demands nor yet entreat
your mercy, plead with you for one more chance
pander to your ego, giant conceit.
This feisty lady’s finished with romance
You have already led her quite a dance,
offended her, disgusted her with love.
She will no longer give a second glance.
Written and posted 29.8.14 at http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
Copyright © Vivienne Blake | Year Posted 2014
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