Thursday, August 10, 2017

My pen pal


Can I tell you about my pen pal
Who I am sure is a sweet gal
That writes a lot about her land
But doesn't know I want to hold her hand
Then dance around in a pas-de-deux
And kiss her lips as I imagine her
Grinning and looking into my eyes
And when I touch I hear her sighs
Then wrap her up in a warm embrace
Only see a wide smile on her face
Perhaps she doesn't want all that
But only wants to show me her cat
Or take me to her busy city
While I would like some serenity
By wrapping her up in my arms
By being beguiled with her charms
Perhaps I shouldn't go on like that
As teacher said we should only chat




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14 comments:

  1. Someone's reading between the lines :)

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  2. I very much like the story you have woven here between the narrator and their supposings and unseen pen pal. Very well done and viva la!

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  3. What a fun take on the prompt! I like this story a lot.

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  4. I'd like a pen pal like that, O.E. You made her sound very likeable. When folks ask, I tell them that the effect of blogging is like having pen pals, many.
    ..

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  5. LOL!!! nice one Robin

    Much love...

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  6. Teenage dreams - we still dream :)

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  7. It is so easy to fall in love with an illusion. Nice answer to this prompt

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  8. Yes sometimes our true feelings are never seen in a situation....this is a wonderful take on the prompt Robin! :-)

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  9. You have such a romantic heart, Old Egg. I loved this.

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  10. A lovely feel of innocence to this...

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  11. You've given me the brightest of giggles, Robin. It is wonderful to think about what someone else might want, especially when we are not sure of their reaction... Still, I think the speaker should ask.

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  12. I never had a pen pal but after reading your poem, I so wish I had .....

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  13. I have a wisp of a memory about having a pen pal. This is poem is youth in all its glory.

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