Twas’ too soon for me to go
an empty vessel still in tow
the darkness loomed, but glowed, that room
the crowd all dapper-dressed.
The iron box of elevation
took us to that destination
the couple smiles, no hesitation
“Congrats on baby quest.”
“Guess it’s not to be,” repeated
words I’d learn, still felt defeated
empty arms I had conceded
A promised heart betrayed of grants
Glasses clinking, lighting winking
champagne fountains made for drinking
my soul betrayed continued sinking
yet how the people danced.
Oh, how those people danced.
photo credit
Trap me! (Yes, I dare you)
in deceptive woven lace
woo me with your splendor
inside that dark, confining space
Sing me love songs, buy me jewels
rubies, silver, gold
make your smile seem bona fide
and all the truth? Withhold!
Just when you thought you’ve caught me
in luring ropes, beware!
look closer in your tangled web
You’ll find it’s empty there
(Photo and poetry by C. Dennis-Willingham)
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 