False Vaticinate

Deep in the forest
cross lawns
bred green
house of white
broad expanse
at your back
tiptoe through the roses
shadowed glance
no one is following
no one really cares
off you go
trout in hand
to feed the wild cat.
She sits
brooding
fingers tapping the orange ball
shaking
whacking
slap to the side
damn thing
appears not to be working
better come up with something
for here comes the giant
treading
stomping
on all in the way
petulant child
look over here
at the shiny ball.
Seat yourself before her
eyes upon the prize
pay the piper
to take out the rats
never guessing
you set your own trap.
She smiles
eyes glazed by smoke
hiding globe
from beady eyes
grinning
ready to pander
you
ready to win.
Domination
wars
money
power
devastation
all foretold in your future
grin
murderous eyes
the list begins.
Paid in silver
disappeared in the night
when truth outs
she is revealed to be
failure is yours
there is no doubt
living in a septic dream world.
©Nov. 14/20
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Forgotten Tenderness

This poem feeds from Haunted Memory written in response to the Word of the Day Challenge: Independent
 
Cupped
soft hand to cheek
brush thumb
trembling lips
not 
desire
lust
attempt 
keeping tears
in check
shy away
cannot let see
pain felt
you
leaving me.
Watching
leaning
hot face 
cool pane
allowed now
tears falling 
unchecked
soaking your shirt
I stole 
worn now to nothing
your scent 
gone so long
last remembered.
Cold nights
warmth fled
letting go
hard to do.
Done with poise
done without regret
this
I shall always lie to you.
 
©Sept. 13/20
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