My Lover

My mistress has been
my constant companion.
For but a few nights
have we ever
parted company.

Her name
is;
'Television'.

An interior
lit box
in which
pictures move.

She's beautiful!

(But,

you know,

I don't think

she
really

loves
me...
any
more.)

I'm sure

some
one else

is

seeing
her.

Reviews

[Muse]

Clever ending. Definitely not your cliché love story. ;)

[Libby]

Witty. I loved this. There isn't enough of this kind of writing on here, writing with humour is difficult. Your punch line was bang on.

[Brett Hernan]

Thank you Libby. I really enjoyed your comments. Perhaps the reason that there's not too much of this type of work on here is because it's difficult to drag mirth up from a place akin to despair?

In writing poetry, it often seems far too serious a task to ever deviate from the purest crystallisation of the expression of those feelings which one might summon using the written word to express in anything other than the purest of portrayals.
Your 'bang on' comment put a genuine smile on my face this morning.
Much appreciated, thank you!
Firstly, I was pleased to see someone grammatically committing to a 'u' in the word, 'humour', also.
(I'll have to go back and correct all my work changing all of those z's to 's' again!)