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drift apart, fatalism, futile, gaiety, ignorance, impulse, let go, oblivious, ordained, pics, poem, pregnant pause, quotes, sagged, sly, solemn, sudden disappearance, trademark smile, valiant, week in the knee, willful, wry
Perched on his bike
His shoulders sagged
His head bent
Peering at the ground
Oblivious to the gaiety around
Took a valiant effort to pass by
On impulse she looked back
Their eyes locked
She stopped in her track
In his hand he held a half-empty cigarette pack
He smiled his trademark smile
Wry and a bit sly
One that made women go weak in their knees
On her it seemed futile
Her face grew solemn
As he approached her
Willful ignorance and fatalism
Had all been in vain
Fate had ordained their meeting
Here was her chance to explain
He stood still, searching her eyes
A pregnant pause lingered in the air
Recalling the distress her sudden disappearance had caused
His questioning gaze turned into a glare
She refused to meet his eyes
And spoke the words she had rehearsed for days
Unburdening the weight on her heart
She felt they had drifted in divergent pathways
With nothing left to say
And one last look
She did what she’d done before
. . . Slowly walked away
Bottled Up Sentiments. . 
so beautiful. I could really feel the emotions in each and every word. Just wonderful <3
Why, thank you ! :)
I love your ‘do epic shit’ …
It’s a good poem, & the quote at the end, about people walking away – you know, that is so very true, yet what is it within us that holds onto them, or wishes to?? Interesting.
You’ve got great quotes all over!! I love the one about the guy helping you unpack your luggage :)
Noeleen
http://www.VodkaWasMyMuse.wordpress.com
Self acceptance is a hard thing to achieve. And if there’s someone who accepts you, warts and all, then consider yourself lucky. I love illustrating my poems with humorous, sometimes cheesy quotes and pictures. It adds so much life into an otherwise mundane piece. Thank you for visiting. :)
I never tire of your writing.
The feeling is mutual, Ma’am ! :)
I’ve experienced such a similar situation. There was a canal, a family of ducks, marshes and cold rain in my scene… :( It’s good to have you back bloggeriting after a short spell away. I was beginning to miss you!
This calls for an “aw” moment. :)
After a while I run out of creative juices and spark and get exhausted from mere brainstorming. Hence, there is no consistency.
I’ve a few ducks at my place here in the backyard and whenever I pass them they’re happily quacking away. :)
:) Wonderful! It’s good to rest, recharge and create… do things with a purpose and at a pace and time that suits you ;)