DISENTANGLEDA Poem by Betty Hermeleea break up of sorts
DISENTANGLED Well, after the gentleman walks me to my cabin I weep for hours blame myself for the initial invitation to my table at dinner a few nights past tis all a mistake that I permit him to enter my space how foolish am I? What is my logic? how shall I possibly address this?
As I slowly remove my clothing hang up my satin dress, pull off my petticoat pluck off my stockings and tug off my shoes I begin to muse about how to disentangle myself from the gentleman simply cannot allow this to proceed I am engaged to be married to my darling soldier and see fit to keep my mind and soul on him not on some strange gentleman Who happens to fancy me And me to him (only momentarily)
Forthwith I have a plan tomorrow eve I shall disregard dinner therefore, he may figure out that I am not attentive to him and if he knocks on my door I shall not respond I do feel a bit shallow about this plan yet I must be proper and forthright in my decision
I sense my weary eyes are half open after all the sobs and sniffles nonetheless these tears encourage me To build my case
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20 Reviews Added on September 26, 2023 Last Updated on September 26, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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