Flub

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You
walked in
like summer
serenely sweet
I gazed upon mute
filled with rhapsodic breath
Your eyes they stir, mold and melt
bade me ignore the fears I felt
Oh the heart at length does glow with ache
Reminding me thus of treasured mistake

Form: Etheree

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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Pub

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76 Replies to “Flub”

    1. Hello Victoria,

      Thank you so much, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, lots of love πŸ˜€
      xoxo

    1. Hello De Jackson,

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  1. Oh we do make those mistakes… we miss chances and we overstay our welcome… so sad when it trickles out in nothingness

    1. Hello Bjorn,

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    1. Hello Bryan,

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    1. Hello Walter,

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    1. Hello Arcadia,

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  2. SMiLes.. my mother..
    a published poet
    in print.. and
    paper.. wrote
    a poem named
    Green Eyes about
    my father saying he
    was the most handsome
    man in the world and whomever
    was married to him was the luckiest
    woman of all.. shortly after that he
    popped the question… and didn’t
    say another word more or less
    for three years of marriage..
    hmm.. some days eYes
    are not enough.. he
    left ’cause she wanted
    to raise kids more than
    make money.. hmm.. i guess
    that is why i hate money so
    much i never spent it and got
    rich.. life is ironic when the son
    gets what the father wanted all
    his life.. and the son never gave
    a crap about
    what the Father
    wanted that the
    Son still has now..
    i have a heARt and
    some folks say nice
    eYes too.. but truly
    a heARt is enough for me..
    sMiLes.. i retained the best
    pARt from my MoTher REAL..
    and who kNows perHaps a
    ‘little’
    poeTry
    too.. wITh WInk
    on paper and or forget
    me
    nots.. πŸ˜‰

    1. Hello Katie,

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  3. Ah yes… the flub. Usually, when overcome with the butterflies you describe in your poem, out come the Freudian slips for me (Like the time i asked the cute cashier for a ham poo-nanny instead of panini. Oy!)

    This is such a sweet, sunny depiction of being twitterpated. I love it.

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    1. Hello Vivienne,

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    1. Hello Elizabeth,

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    1. Hello MMT,

      Thank you so much, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
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      PS: It sure does πŸ™‚

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