Don’t appraise my messy mind
or feign to understand my plight
Sympathetic eyes do judge
the pity extinguishes my glow
Lightly be my friend in life
or heavily be my foe.
Don’t whisper my secrets to the breeze
or profess to grasp their worth
Parted lips do injure
the rumors smother my spark
Gently be my shield from the battle
or cowardly slay my heart.
Don’t exploit my faithful commitment
or pretend to want my embrace
Disloyal hands do spoil
the deceit poisons my trust
Passionately be my one true love
or callously pull my plug.
I’m not a poet, but I thought I would try my hand at it this week for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Sharing my poetry makes me feel exposed and a little nervous. I hope you liked it.
Check out some other great works of the Friday Fictioneers literature here.
As an added bonus, below is a short story I wrote for the photo prompt, in case the poem didn’t do it for you. It’s a few words over the 100 word limit.
Placed in a haphazard row, some elaborate and exotic, others simple and subdued, they wait for the bidding to start. The auctioneer announces he’s ready to begin. The eager buyers grow quiet.
“First up, we have a stunning beauty in red, ready to light up your life. Opening bid is $1000.”
The battle begins and continues until all the objects are sold. As the buyers leave, they congratulate the auctioneer on another spectacular offering.
“Great show!” the man says with a wink, his prize in tow. “I can’t wait to get mine home.”
The auctioneer replies, “Ah, she’s a beauty, a lovely bedroom decoration. Enjoy your new bride.”