The Dallying Lodger
Were it fair to provide more time,
to look for the perfect room, I might.
You await the kind of space with a:
French sofa and bed, to sit and nap; a
Pine desk, to write and eat;
Central heating, to keep afloat the cold, and
Flat mates’ voices to mute at once – the plan.
A list of wants – funds endeavour to
Stretch, but obvious can’t;
“More time” – attempts to plead
“Certainly that –I won’t agree – I shan’t!” .
The gloves and hat, at the door
Slipped on your hands and head
As if to say there was no more;
The solemn visage unfolded
Thoughts observed I feel
Instead, told, about your eek.
Your anticipated step
Required instant haste, but
Wishing to refrain .
Dally you did, just at the door.
Meaning to steer back the pace –
But
“Adieu”, I said to you.
Please, make rapidly your gate”,
My coup is Entirely pinned on that fate!.
I love that poem! It says many things to me at the same time. I have many visitors that are not welcome in my home – anger, intolerance and ego being amongst their swollen ranks. 🙂
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when one’s time of welcome is over, even of lodgers, their swift departure is necessary. So glad you liked the poem, it was based on a current event. I haven’t written much poetry but i shall definitely continue as I enjoyed it. Thank you for your comment. much appreciated….. Ps I like the design and the font you use on your pages/webpage.
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I can’t say that I understand poetry very well, but I know when something strikes a chord within me.
As for the font – I think it may have been the default for that WordPress design. 🙂 Still – the fact that you like it is a compelling case for leaving it that way. 😀
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…stylish…
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Glad you think so. Thanks for stopping b.
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my pleasure…
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