by Curiouswife
no good deed
goes unpunished
a field trip
on slippery
tea leaves
and sympathy
long minutes
roll suddenly by
to a neverending ending
tied up beautifly
with a bow
Was is the late hour,
or the cappuccino talking?
Vivid imagery, enjoyed this write.
here that i'm picking up. very nice imagery indeed. it certainly leaves one hanging on the what if. that's my take....don
I sort of see it as Master/Slave but the ambiguity (for once) adds to this poems power.
Gets better with re-reading .I get a very clear image of a woman thinking these thoughts.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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