how sly Mr.

I tend to beware

when you smile so carefully

step so gracefully

talk so normally

I keep thinking

where you have hidden

your unseen thought

Walking close

I am but a ghost

To you non-existent

My heart, a disposable fruit

What melodies flow

when you weave

words delicately chosen

Shocked at the thought

of your next bewildering move…


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Well done! It’s imagery is great and I like the line about the heart being disposable fruit, though it leaves me sad.


    1. misspencil says:

      I know it is sad but the fact that we try to capture real feelings with abstract imagery is sadder, don’t you think? Thanks for the comment. I was able to get a feeling of how my poem made you feel. I hope to write better poems from here on. Have a good day!

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