Gather Ye RosebudsA Poem by Chris ShawMore fun because I feel like it and because life is short.
Once across a crowded room,
my eyes by chance alighted on a group of men folk at a bar, engaged in ale and hearty song. One turned, his shirt unbuttoned, blue, his brown eyes settled on my face. Oh my, how can it be, a smile can pull the heartstrings wantonly? A glance can fill you with desire, ignite the flames of passion's fire. How can the heart be fooled it thumps and pumps the blood in heated rush? How can a look reduce you to a pile of jelly at the knees, to turn your cool collected ways to curdled blobs of mayonnaise? Oh I reflect and wish I'd stayed. What would have happened if I'd played along and joined in with the throng? Who cares right now what's right or wrong? For decency I let him go, and that is something I regret. An older me would have him tamed and turned into my little pet.
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9 Reviews Added on August 15, 2018 Last Updated on August 15, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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