Poem -

Playing With Words

She said,
do you see what
I mean ..
He said no but,
I hear what
you say, and tho’
I’m aware,
that you search
for yourself
each day in my
poetry ..
Somehow, you
still tend
to get lost in my
ludicrous
words en-route ..
But that’s
fine by me babe
I regard it
as a journey and
quite like
the course you
take anyway ..
Oh’ plus the fact
you feel able
to pause to linger
and play,
with each of my
metaphors ..
But then my love,
I love how
you smile look
away and pretend
it’s all just
some silly old game ..

 

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Neville

Thank you LINDA .. Neville 😎👍

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author
Marion

Isn't it though? All a game... especially words. Each time we express 'words'
aren't we just bargaining with each other?
For love, friendship, admiration, money, fame,  success,  approval, power ...
that car for a lower price etc? Thats all words are really ... an expression of the correct emotions so that we come out on top. Christ... now I sound like a phsych/socio/narcissist... never know the difference between them. I'm not by the way... but... bet they all say that.
🙂🙃🤩😆
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author
Neville

Correct in every sense of the word ..and yes they do .. thanks 😎👍xx

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