Promises Poem by Stevie Taite
Promises
He sharpened his tongue before he came
I had ears shielded with understanding
Innocently I had follied, too horizontal
He was vertically vexed
I was rehearsed, tail tucked, eyes downcast
He was ready to prompt me, with poignant pauses
I knew my lines and I meant to mean every word
I cannot act to save my life
When it was done I let him own his smugness
And I made promises I would try and keep.
This is another amazing, insightful piece Stevie, Very well penned and poignant. You impress me! Great Ink! -Kelly.
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4/25/2024 8:09:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I cannot act to save my life......... perhaps love can't tolerate any acting. In this regard, poet has done its extreme perhaps. Much lucid the expression with finest words. Spontaneous and nice. Thank you.....Pranab k c 10