cusick

I smiled at their doubts,
secure in his love.
Now I sit in this

lonely place
at the back of beyond
wrapped in deepening twilight,

an unripe moon unable to define
blotchy words.

"no longer love"
"no one else"

I laugh and tell them
it was but a diversion,

my tears I will save
for this lonely place.

Penelope

the back of beyond .. now that is one of my favourite expressions.
This is a lovely poem with intelligent use of familiar words. Making them new again. My only criticsm is the way you have broken up the verses. I'm sure there was a reason you chose to do so. For me it sort of fractured your thoughts.

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cusick

Thank you very much Penelope. I think the reason I break up the verses is because a lot of my poems are short and this way it expands them slightly. Maggie

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