She had flown.
He was saddened
take to the air
She was disappointed
at how little
he seemed to care.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Thomas Saliot
Posted by Romantic Dominant on January 22, 2013 in Lovers Past, Still Life
Tags: poetry, relationships, sex, submissive, Thomas Saliot, writing
January 22, 2013 at 3:20 am
I always enjoy your posts, hope you have a lovely evening!
January 22, 2013 at 8:54 pm
It is another evening now. I am glad you do. Thank you
January 22, 2013 at 3:53 am
it takes true talent to pack such a powerful punch in such a brevity of words. painful but beautiful. x
Sighs. Too kind
January 22, 2013 at 6:15 am
A continuing saga well told.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
January 22, 2013 at 9:06 am
The last line stanza for me is quite vague. Was she disappointed because she learned he cared so little that she decided to move forward? Or was she disappointed because in the end she learned that despite the fact that she had moved, he seemed not to care about this.
January 22, 2013 at 8:57 pm
Neither. Or one or the other. Or both. That is the trouble with poetry. And actually, I’m not sure myself. Smiles.
January 22, 2013 at 11:57 pm
Not fair!!!!! Tell me. It’ll be our secret. 🙂
January 23, 2013 at 12:09 am
It might just.
If you are good
January 22, 2013 at 2:17 pm
It’s a strange place. The kind part of us wants life to go on without us; another part of us is a bit sad to know it does.
January 22, 2013 at 8:58 pm
It is true. Best not to.
January 23, 2013 at 8:46 pm
And yet he wanted her stay…
January 23, 2013 at 9:50 pm
In the end … I really don’t know
January 23, 2013 at 10:15 pm
Deep down I think you do, sometimes it is hard to admit. But everything happens for a reason.
January 23, 2013 at 10:19 pm
I try to be honest. Especially with myself. And in truth I thought I would suffer. But I have not. And the lack of pain bothers me as much as if my heart had been torn
January 23, 2013 at 10:59 pm
You know what they say ‘If you love something enough, set it free.. if it finds it’s way back to you then it was meant to be’ But if it doesn’t then take it as a learning experience. Sometime we see things more then what they really are, and once they are gone we realize the truth, which hurts.
January 23, 2013 at 11:02 pm
You might be right. But it is the lack of hurt (on my part) that hurts – or rather – disturbs. Time for sleep in England. Have fun.
January 23, 2013 at 11:06 pm
I understand what you are saying. Sweet dreams.
January 24, 2013 at 8:49 pm
The Priestess of Q
January 27, 2013 at 1:46 am
😦 I truly love this..
January 27, 2013 at 2:26 pm
Thank you. I am glad
January 27, 2013 at 2:04 pm
Inside your writing I have found my heart!
January 27, 2013 at 2:27 pm
Then I am pleased that my words have served a purpose
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