This Date: Out of the Blue
©2019, Olan L. Smith
The date; an open door to more,
Attractive maid he hopes to marry.
A face reflected in the door,
He pauses, hope's contrary.
He sees a tear run down her cheek
He steps away to contemplate,
Should he near her mystique,
Or pursue another date?
Arise my love and run away,
And leave your tears and pain below
Spend the day without delay,
Depart your grief's sorrow.
It's been sometime, perhaps a week
Too long maybe to sup her fate
Or come upon her grace
And greet her solemn state.
Has she lost a closer mate?
Someone replaces his desires?
Will she tell him news of late
Of another man, and he retires.
Arise my love and run away,
And leave your tears and pain below
Spend the day without delay,
Depart your grief's sorrow.
A forgotten soul is solitude,
She turns to him and wipes
Away her tears and attitude.
Did he so misconstrue?
An anxiety from the blue,
Was it an overwhelming fear?
Is she rejective, or is she true?
This day, more fears than tears.
Arise my love and run away,
And leave your tears and pain below
Spend the day without delay,
Depart your grief's sorrow.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
