We’ve danced this dance
before but I appreciate
your enthusiasm when I ask
and offer you my hand.
We fit together like comfortable
clothes. The music leads our heart
though I still step on your feet
more than either of us would like.
For quick apology I keep a rose
neatly tucked up each sleeve.
My forearms may get scratched
because I leave on the thorns
but I won’t suffer the pain
of your disappointment.
(For today’s prompt, write a love poem…)
Extremely moving and deep Bartholomew – lovely. ❤️
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Thank you, Gypsie. Glad it touched you.
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You are most welcome Bartholomew! 😊
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Beautiful, Bartholomew. Smiling again! I love that there’s humour in the beauty.
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Thank you very much! I must admit, I think beauty is hilarious.
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very nice
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Thanks!
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“We fit together like comfortable
clothes. ” nice!
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Thanks! That one took me a while to figure out.
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Oh wow Bartholomew, what a beautiful waltz of words. Love this:
My forearms may get scratched
because I leave on the thorns
but I won’t suffer the pain
of your disappointment.
Bravo! 🥰👏🏼🤩
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Thank you so much, Kym!
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My pleasure Bartholomew! 💖
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Self-imposed punishment lingers worse than forgiven missteps. This is a very thought-provoking piece, Bart. <3
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Thanks, Susi! I’m always trying to provoke something with my poetry.
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You’re very welcome! :)
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