Coming To My Senses... Poem by Chuck Audette
Coming To My Senses...
I'll swear I never felt her
in the soft touch of a clover
brush my legs so sweetly
as I look our field over.
I'll claim I haven't heard her
whispering my name
in this lovely hidden meadow
witness to my shame
I'll say that I can't smell her
as the autumn leaves decay
and know not of the bed
where forever she will lay
the grass is always greener
on a certain patch of ground
but I'll claim I haven't seen her
if her body's ever found...
typo alert! ...3rd verse...1st line... lose the 'I' before 'that'... dan =)
A real tale of the unexpected...this is one that deserves that second read to fully appreciate the subtle but sinister tone. Excellent write. Justine.
At first it seemed like a love poem but I had been forewarned of the 'halloweenish' vibes, lol. Ending seemed like a resounding thump on the head (but I liked it..I liked it, lol)
Ahhh, your poems never cease to amaze me! I have to admit, I am a bit jealous that your poems always seem to come out exactly right. They are such a pleasure to read. Also, Thanks for your recent comment! I've been PIMming again, too.
Charles, Did you notice how I got back to 'Charles' , real quick! ... Please tell the policemen that you and I have not ever really met! I just like your writings, at least right up to that point! I know that you are joking! ... Say that you are joking! ... Please! ! ! ? B.V.A.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 12:06:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a turn around.Expect the unexpected. Loads of tallent here! Love Duncan