David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,044 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Rita - Poem by David McLansky

She asked me with her eyes
And mine said no
She asked me with her eyes
Why
And mine answered
No was no
Her eyes threatened
To cry
Mine were sad
And smiled so
Her tears dried hard
On her iron eyes
And with fierce hatred
Her eyes said go
Confused, I got up and
I left
Having never
Ever
Said
Yes
And no was no.

And moving off slow
I wondered
What ever made her
Think to ask
What clearly would not
Be given
Ah, the demands of some women.


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  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (4/1/2014 4:13:00 AM)

    the pleasure is in the asking, fruition is not with the asker. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014


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