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Occasional Poetry - 38. Fools: A Ballade
em>Written in response to the Ballade Poetry Prompt. My deep appreciation goes to AC for his advice, and all the Live Poets for their support. Any remaining errors are my own.
Fools
Across the crowded floor I see your face,
but if I want to watch, I must be sly;
you mustn't get an inkling or a trace,
for if you did, then all would go awry;
so every moment I must turn my eye,
pretending interest in my host's guitar;
lest he detect me holding back a sigh,
then all the world must know what fools we are.
You move amidst the crowd depicting grace,
while on the margins, tongue-tied, standing by,
and knowing that I look so out of place,
to fade into the woodwork will I try,
and slip into the night without goodbye,
so I might make my way out to my car
before another guest could ask me why
then all the world must know what fools we are.
Yet even as my longing I efface,
your voice rings out behind me, asking why;
and turned to you, my head hangs in disgrace,
I mumble my excuses in reply;
but even as I babble and supply
a convoluted story fetched afar;
you take my arm, and dumbly I comply,
then all the world must know what fools we are.
When in the night, conventions we defy,
for you have left your chamber door ajar,
I wonder if the gods can hear me cry,
then all the world must know what fools we are.
em>If you have a response or review, I love to know about it. Comments are always appreciated.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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