And After

There's a reason I have a picture of you
on the nightstand,
here comes the night,
let me dream.

I wish I could turn off
this old broken man and let the world see
how it is
after love.

No magic man, no smile,
no sinner in the palm of your hand,
just miles
to the nearest heart that could understand.

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andy n

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Mon 10th Oct 2011 10:04

good stuff, terry.. may have split up the last line a bit but it's a top piece, man.. A

Francine

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Mon 10th Oct 2011 03:43

Yes, the first four lines really stand out because it leaves the reader to imagine so much more...

Noetic-fret!

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Fri 7th Oct 2011 21:37

Hello Terry, yet another good poem from you. Although your poems seem short, there is a lot they say, and in the main I can identify with them. I like in this one the first line of the 3rd verse 'no magic man, no smile, no sinner in the palm of your hand' a nice line.

Best wishes

mike

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