You promised me the earth
but things have not panned out;
my mother said I had made my bed
therefore I must not pout.
I was hoping for red roses
entwined with lilac lace,
not the actual dirty soil
that's for our gardening space!
Lillian at dverse poets, has given us our quadrille prompt for today. It must be exactly 44 words and include some form of the word 'promise'. Here's the link: Promises Promises
hmmmm.....there's always time to change the bed, put on new sheets, and start with fresh linen! (Excuse the long metaphor).
ReplyDeleteThat's probably too much effort for her too! ;D
DeleteI guess she didn't want to put in the effort! Hehe.
ReplyDeleteCarol, I love how you blend humor with heartfelt disappointment in this poem—your imagery really brings the contrast to life!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David
http://skepticskaddish.com/
Thank you, David! I do enjoy having a bit of fun with my poetry. ;D
DeleteBeware of sweet talkers, they'll break your heart every time. Maybe dig a grave and they can fertilize your roses? ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's a bit radical, Lisa! Hahahaha!
DeleteI saw a bit of a hint of a buried body in the picture too! Haha
DeleteHaha! Enjoyed your comment, Shaun!
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