I promised you the world, my love,
But the world slipped through my fingers
Like water through a sieve,
A forearm through a sleeve
Or sunshine through the leaves.
I promised you my dreams, my love,
But my dreams evaporated
Like water in the sun,
A foetus never born,
An action never done.
Promised you my love, my love,
But love slipped through my fingers
Like water through fish gill,
A hundred dollar bill
Or wind through window sill.
I gave to you my world, my love,
But the wind slipped through my fingers,
Promises evaporated
And like toy balloons, inflated,
Love floated off to other dreams
And left us incarcerated.
Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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