Unrequited
The gullible ones rush in where the sensible fear to tread
But the ruddy glow of a song
Seduces
Mellow yellow sunshine
That day they spent together
Entices
Both not knowing exactly how or why
Smug in the foolishness of it all
Spinning on the fulcrum of subliminal longing
Her untidy, muddled thoughts
Rustle and shudder with his every word
(Written for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 32 and Thursday Poets Rally Week 57)
Thank you for The Penguin
Didn’t expect to win
Sounds like a cool award
Making 18 comments wasn’t that hard 🙂
Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poem Award.
I nominate Halfway Between the Gutter and The Stars for the next award.
How to write a memo 
muddled thoughts, ruddy glow, subliminal longing, sounds like love to me
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“Spinning on the fulcrum of subliminal longing” is a wonderful line. You have used the wordle words so well to create this poem about love!
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Thanks Marianne! Every wordle is a challenge. I just love The Sunday Whirl — it forces me to write. Hahaha! 😉
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Interesting poem. And thank you for introducing me to The Sunday Whirl! I might give it a try, too. 😀
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Writing prompts are always best for reluctant/lazy/sleepy/busy writers. Hahaha! 😀
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Excellent job of using the words in a meaningful way! Very well done!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/30/the-beast-2/
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Thanks Charles! A compliment from a writer like you is priceless.
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“the fulcrum of subliminal longing”…sweet!!!!
enjoy the rally!!!
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Enjoyed this, especially:
Spinning on the fulcrum of subliminal longing
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Interesting word play.
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Gullible we are at times and seduced by a song and a deep rumbling voice. Enjoyed it!
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cool use of the wordle.
lovely message sent,
Happy Rally.
😉
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Thanks all for dropping by my blog. “Happy Rally!” 😀
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enjoyed it,
sensual use of words
Rohit
http://floating-expressions.blogspot.com
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Thanks Rohit! I’m not sure about ‘sensual’… I’ll write something more deserving of that description next time. 🙂
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So expressive! Sounds like love to me 😀
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nothing else but 🙂
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I love the play on words in this poem, as well as the interesting study of love; to me it screamed “young love”. Wonderful! Thank you for sharing!
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Wow. Thanks for the comments 😉 It’s always nice to hear from fèllow writers.
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This made me wonder why it is always the woman who is pictured as ‘hanging on every word he says’ rather than the other way around… I like it when what I read create their own questions and thoughts in my mind! Well done!
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Thanks CC. Maybe it’s because it is the woman who overanalyzes?
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There is no love like young love. Us elders are all so much more sensible and just get another cat.
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Hahahah! Good advice. Will do so in the future 🙂
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