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Who is Knocking
I was day dreaming, of past loves and the way bodies work together.
Then the doorbell rang.
I feared to answer as the caller would see my secrets.
"Don't be a fool, it will be a stranger, what can they know of you?"
It was you, you had forgotten your key.
You knew everything anyway, well almost.
Then the doorbell rang.
I feared to answer as the caller would see my secrets.
"Don't be a fool, it will be a stranger, what can they know of you?"
It was you, you had forgotten your key.
You knew everything anyway, well almost.
Published 6th Jun 2012
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6th Jun 2012 3:16pm
Very interesting poem, Kind of old fashioned, but in a good way. I wish you had some more adjectives in this, maybe a description of your feelings a little bit more. Overall, a good poem.
6th Jun 2012 3:33pm
Thanks for your feedback.
My profile will tell you that I regret my poor grasp of poetry meter, grammar and spelling.
I could not talk of my feelings in this poem as there are no feelings from me, it has no meaning, nor is there anything autobographical here; I penned this whilst I was on screen and made it up in about 3 or 4 minutes. there was no real thought process here just some words that tumbled out.
The poetry I have written with feeling and thought would really seem old fashioned to you. After all I am getting old.
Love: Leonardo
My profile will tell you that I regret my poor grasp of poetry meter, grammar and spelling.
I could not talk of my feelings in this poem as there are no feelings from me, it has no meaning, nor is there anything autobographical here; I penned this whilst I was on screen and made it up in about 3 or 4 minutes. there was no real thought process here just some words that tumbled out.
The poetry I have written with feeling and thought would really seem old fashioned to you. After all I am getting old.
Love: Leonardo