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Tag Archives: Jilted

In fragile circles

14 Tuesday Feb 2012

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 47 Comments

Tags

Awaiting a lover's return, D'VersePoets Pub, Forgotten, Glint in the eye, Helpless, Hopeful, Hopeful eyes, In search of, Jilted, Lover, Magpie Tales, Open Link Night, Restless, Return, Waiting

Image credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

She lay on the bed
Her arms extended
ever so listlessly
Her lips quivering
with a waxed passion
Her tresses arranged
in careless swirls…

Her skin radiating
a lingering warmth
of some passing summer
Her singular tear
with the ripping force
of a bursting volcano…

Her eyes searching
through the myriad pores
on the plastered ceiling
For one glimpse of return…
For one moment of benign sparkle…
For just one sign
Of he who had kept
– Of he who had left –
her lying on the bed
with her arms extended
ever so listlessly…


**Posted for Week 104 of Magpie Tales and for Week 31 of Open Link Night @ d’versepoets – the two poetic haunts you will never get tired of! **

*** Oh, and by the way, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ***

Tendrils too frail

17 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 72 Comments

Tags

Betrayal, Cheated, Clover, Delusion, Face, False hope, Fiction, Flower, Hoping, Illusion, Imagination, Jilted, Lost love, Lover, Magpie Tales, Memories, Mirage, Trust, Unconditional love, Undying love, Wait, Waiting

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Despite all the promises made
Of never leaving the other
To him a farewell she bade
For her, he was just another

With his desire torn and ground
And a heart like crusted earth
He chose to listen to the sound
Of his whims for what it’s worth

Beside a blooming clover’s toe
Now patiently he waits
Eyes full of jilted lover’s woe
And fenced in memories’ gates

With purplish oceans of belief
A flower he softly holds
Hoping to heave sighs of relief
As love in time unfolds

But as the tides of seasons ebb
And strength begins to fray
In his mind, grows a thin cobweb
Of dreams and faces gray


**Posted for the wonderful Magpie Tales (week 57), hosted by Willow Manor.. Check it out for other lovely takes on this prompt.. **

LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

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