Untitled III

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  • True Love

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    Sunday had never been such a promising day, but that Sunday was. We drove around not knowing where we were going. But it didn't matter. We had each other. And it was wonderful.

    Untitled III

    My heart beat thickened
    as his hand enveloped mine.
    I smiled at him,
    and the twinkle in his eyes told me
    that this is really what he wants.

    "Where are we going?"
    "Does it matter?"

    By: Brandi Deacon

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    SerenityWintirs commented on Untitled III

    09-08-2011

    This is so romantic and lovely. The narrator seems to be abandoning cynicism in favor of brighteyed innocence and an almost childlike hopefulness.I also think that the poem's elngth is perfect. It says just enough without giving away too much and brings a simple, open outcome that can be left to the reader's imagination. Perfect

    SavVySam commented on Untitled III

    03-27-2010

    Absolutely not...just so you're traveling together! I love this Brandi! Great write!

    BringMeBullets

    03/29/2010

    Thank you so much! :D

    ginga commented on Untitled III

    03-26-2010

    Bullets, I love this free form that speaks of love and travel. Sweet! ginga

    BringMeBullets

    03/26/2010

    Thank you. :)

    MindNumbing commented on Untitled III

    03-24-2010

    This is so simple, and yet it's overflowing with meaning and raw emotion. Perfect :)

    BringMeBullets

    03/24/2010

    I wouldn't say perfect... But thank you. :)

    cmlestrade commented on Untitled III

    03-23-2010

    Loved this for it's brevity, insinuations, meter and word selection. a true winner

    BringMeBullets

    03/23/2010

    Thank you so much. For some reason, I have been into those short writes... They can say just as much as a novel. :)

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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