a stolen
glance in the subway,
letter on
a perfumed
paper, call from public phone
all gone with the wind
SoCS Prompt – Book Title
Pardon my French
was smitten by her
exotic French accent – way
she said “Banjoher”
In response to Tale Weaver No 128 – 13/7/17 – Making Sense of Nonsense – Banjoher
Burying the past
it’s not that I don’t
want to bury the past but
everywhere I dig
I unearth more memories
of our love that used to be
Daily Prompt – Bury
Truthful lies
seems you have mastered
the art; your truthful lies are
music to my ears
Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge 41 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: MUSIC & ART
Denying it
the way you pretend
it never happened leaves me
amused and irate
RonovanWrites Weekly Prompt – Amused & Irate
Sugar coated lies
provided much spice
to my bland existence – her
sugar coated lies
Loser magnet
how could she
not anticipate
could not see
it coming
how could she forget she was
a loser magnet
Daily Prompt – Magnet
My sunshine
dispels all the clouds
of my worries, her sunny
sweet disposition
Daily Prompt – Sunny
Old flame
the flame may have died
be wary of friendly winds
for embers still glow
RonovanWrites Weekly Prompt – Ember & Flame
