Uncertain Smile

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Stuck to yellowing Basildon Bond
their togetherness was defining.
Turning, he dared to stare at her like ice.
Without eyelids, she stared at the sun.
One of the fortunate few, a glow upon her cheeks.

Take me to a land of impossible men
and become a truant, smashing down
that cross on the door.
The lunatic wanted to believe it
even when he shunned the truth.

4 thoughts on “Uncertain Smile

  1. I believe this to be a writer and the words upon the page the greatest journey that could be ever traversed. Lunatics rarely have dull moments. Very creative, Davy. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Terveen, and you are right, the poem is about the relationship a writer has with a page. Sometimes the written word can drive us to the point of insanity.

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