Poetry Friday 22

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We're back again. This is just getting ridiculous now. It was meant to be two weeks not twenty two weeks. We're starting with a very old one.

Interior Design

The décor of your heart

Was once painted in my colour,

My shade.

You were happy with the pattern,

The paper.

Nothing in the world would make you change,

Or redesign.

Then one day just out of the blue

You met an interior designer

Who talked to you and cajoled you

And showed you plans,

Of how things would look

With a new lick of paint,

And fresh paper.

I give you credit

You didn’t make up your mind

Overnight.

You thought about it long and hard.

And then called in the decorators.

The décor of your heart

Is now in a new colour,

a new shade.

Are you happy now?

Lightning nights

Lightning nights

Nature’s neon

lights the sky,

rips the clouds

asunder

Frightening nights

rain pounds

parched tarmac

more deafening than

thunder.

Enlightening nights

wash away

the doldrums

stormy skies bring

wonder. 

Unrequited

If I gave you my love,

would you give it back to me,

unopened.

Join me next week for Poetry Friday 23, if this bohemouth continues.

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