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A Poem by Lucia
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I wrote this a while back about a first date I had, nothing came of it but still, some things are fun to just appreciate in the moment

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I drove home feeling like a glamourous phantasm drifting towards a dream

You bought me sweet wine and it colored me inside as I folded my napkin into imaginary things

I found you by the fountain and sat away from you in a display of something close to me

And waited for that instant

My impolite heart pounded in your arms for a polite moment at our greet

And then I spent some of your time with eyes accustomed to my feet

Alas it was when I turned to face you that you knew

That I am also well accustomed to the truth


I drove home feeling like a glamourous phantasm drifting towards a dream

The radio understood me and the sky was

The sky.

And that was enough for me

The road was the road,

The trees were all green

My woes were unseen and the sky,

The sky was enough for me.



© 2017 Lucia



Author's Note

Lucia
I'm wondering if I should change the line "and waited for that instant" to "and waited for that instant that you spoke to me" because it helps the flow and rhyme, but I kinda like how like and instant- it freezes in the middle, what do you think? also I can't think of a title

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which ever way, it reads fine. Like this

Posted 9 Months Ago


I love the last stanza, This is really good. I think it has a nice flow to it.

Posted 9 Months Ago


I should go around writing titles.
Phantasm Dream. It sort of hits the spot.
A bit like first dates. The words come later.


Posted 9 Months Ago



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Added on December 31, 2017
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Tags: romance, dating, phantasm, ominous, hopeful, sweet, cute, anxiety, nervous, shy, introverted

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Lucia
Lucia

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