Influence Without AuthorutyA Poem by Chris Shawa slice of memory
where’s my influence
i can’t find it i’ve searched wardrobes in mind corridors without success - i wore it well a black dress of non seduction trimmed with chilled emotion kept those feelings in check the work place hot with men in business suits i am surrounded where are the women i am the woman i was the woman where am I now in a restaurant in the company of a man he wears casual i wear perfume scented with run away emotion on the sleeves of my best dress i want to impress the dress feels tight the seams hurt my heart is exploding where is my influence I’ve lost it i am putty i am putty he doesn’t know it i can’t show it where is my influence where is my influence i’ve lost it © 2024 Chris Shaw |
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11 Reviews Added on February 26, 2024 Last Updated on February 28, 2024 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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