Red BeretA Poem by The LarkJust one more token for the memory box.Upon my desk a red beret Awaits you, though you’ll not return, And rests expectant through the day, In presence of the one you spurn.
I had retrieved it off the road You barely touched amid your flight, Once struck by that peculiar mode; From out my arms into the night.
Most tenderly, within my hands I hold it as I held you once, To ask it if it understands What baffles still this lonesome dunce.
What cause had you to turn on heel When I desired you so near, And needed you corporeal Just as you chose to disappear?
The memory seems long ago, And why you went I cannot say, That mystery I long to know You left here with your red beret. © 2013 The LarkReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 13, 2010 Last Updated on August 20, 2013 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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