The Last Dance

Sometimes avoiding reality is easier for some.

The Last Dance

I accept the slings and arrows

as you judge me daily.

As you take my vellum words

and breathe new meaning into them,

and into me.

As you deconstruct my intention

and reconstruct your famous

misty walls where you withdraw

to the safety of your fairy life.

Depart with a courtesy,

a sweet smile and a sigh,

to a dell where you cavort

from oaken bark to oaken bark

spreading angel dust verse

upon all of those

who would simply reinforce

your construct of love

and giving of oneself,

with naive platitudes.

Me I now deflate,

the last balloon at the party,

swept up and nonchalantly trashed

as the lights fade.

 

20/09/17

Reviews

[wordman]

parting is a sweet sorrow john,did i say sweet

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You certainly said sweet Ron but sweet it ain't dear friend. Many thanks.

[wordman]

yes my friend,i am well aware of the pain you share

[Tony Jordan]

Really well painted beau who has had his heart broken here John. I can see him with head hanging low (have been that beau) wondering was it all in his imagination. Sad write dude. But good write dude.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah tap a te marnin ta ye Tony fella. Many thanks. Poetry is to express even the make believe lol!

[Tony Jordan]

Lol - ah sure it's all only make believe John - or so they would have us believe, whoever they are...lol

[Tony Jordan]

Have you got the crisps and beer in for Nibiru coming round?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Nah 24th September we have a big game against London Irish so the world can't end on 23rd Lol!

[Tony Jordan]

Haha - thats the best response I've heard to all this baloney. lol !