A Passing Fancy Poem by Ernestine Northover
A Passing Fancy
The bell was ringing in the distance, of my existence,
but I let it ring.
Couldn’t think of a thing to say, anyway,
certainly not today.
Or any day for that matter, I didn’t want to natter to anyone.
Too many calls, then love palls.
Familiarity breeds contempt, and I was not exempt.
I‘ll let the dust settle on this affair, it’s just the way it goes,
that’s what I chose to do. Finish it, I had to quit.
He’ll forget, and once again my heart will be ‘to let‘.
It was a passing fancy, a chancy romance, and one begins
to learn and discern.
The closing of a book full of empty pages,
I think I’ll take the phone off the hook,
until fate, brings the next available mate.
An interesting rhyming structure here but it works very well. Lovely flow. Andrew x
Well, this settles it. You're a gooooooood writer and a find poet. This poem could have easily been a bad one. And frankly, would have been if some others here had written it. I bet every time you pick up a pen, it says, 'YES'. Greenwolfe 1962
A subtle, eloquent narrative that intrigues and leaves the reader wondering...wonderful tone and flow throughout. Justine x
It's what you don't say that rings so true in this amazing piece. You give the reader just enough clues to understand without really knowing. Now that's art. This piece is stark and understated in its portrayal. A brilliant moving poem. love, Allie xxxx
I think that there is a lot of great language in this Ernestine Thankyou for sharing such personal feelings with the reader Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:33:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There's a feeling of emptiness in this poem, like those pages in the book you are closing. Sometimes, after reading a massive and meaningful tome, all other books pale into insignificance and you just want to re-read that big one. A brilliantly worded poem, Ernestine. Love, Fran xxx