Why the woodface?

When the aura
of our colours
didn’t match
each other’s rainbows,
we were left
in the prisms
of our own
white light
of our own
shining.
Our pot of gold
wasn’t meant
to be.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A reminder that what first looks inviting, may not materialise. Pots of gold aren't easily found. Greetings Andrew. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

THanks Chris, been busy of late. Got some catching up to do. The UK is having one scary wave at the moment. Be safe too Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Just lost my brother in law to covid. The stats are horrendous. Keep safe Andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

My condolences Chris, it’s a terrible thing and may be a while yet before we over come this.

[Chris Shaw]

Vaccine rolling out well for the most vulnerable. That should make a difference, but you are right., it will take time.

[Light and ashes]

really good.... really enjoyed this.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Poet!

[Light and ashes]

You're welcome! :)

[Ted Kniffen]

Some relationships are doomed from the start but we just don't see it. We ignore the auras and search for the pot of gold but seldom find it.

A short poem that speaks volumes.
Good one Andrew.

Stay safe ... be well

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed Ted, it’s all just a matter of time before the clouds clear and you see people for what they really are. Thanks Ted and be safe.

[barleygirl]

Your poem is a fun ironic roast for all those poets who spew romantic verse obsessed with having a cosmic aural connection with the object of one's affection. I get a woodface every time I see "soulmate" in a poem *wink! wink!* fondly, Margie

[andrew mitchell]

Lol thanks for your words Margie, I like your take, that’s funny!🤣

[Words of Wisdumb]

The poem is great, but before even reading it the title made me laugh. I have never heard that expression; did you come up with that? Why the wood face made me think of a board expression. Nice work!

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks dear poet. Yes it’s just my saying and woodface or I could have used stone face depicts a weathered look for wood and or a cold lonely look for stone.