Abandoned
Droplets on the window screen are caught, each in its trap—
a wire cage suspending them inches from my lap.
Your silkscreen propped against the wall, only half completed.
My heart, once full, now emptying, each moment more depleted.
You’ve vanished with your waxes. Our nuptial pledge seems over.
Your true nature reassumed, once more you are a rover.
This half-empty silkscreen your only good-bye letter,
my father’s warnings fill my mind. I should have known you better.
Prompts today are droplet, silkscreen, deal and betray.
This is rather tragic, Judy.
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I relate to everything you say Judy. I enjoy your poetry a great deal.
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Thanks so much. I can’t see who you are as it just says, “Someone,” but I appreciate your comment.
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I believe your metered rhymes are generally written tongue-in-cheek, whereas, if the subject is serious, you prefer free verse. I hope I’m correct, since the closing line of this poem made me laugh out loud…
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Don’t worry. It’s fiction.
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I assume it’s fiction, but very well done, Judy.
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Yes, Dolly, it’s fiction.
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