Temporary Delight

Many of you don’t know that I am a Poet, and poetry is and always will be my first love! I enjoy writing books, but nothing warms my heart more than a free verse or rhyme. In fact, I have three unpublished Poetry books that I someday hope to get out. Until then, over the next week, I’ll be sharing with you some of MY favorite pieces that I’ve written (I’m aware that my poetry is subjective). I hope you enjoy them just as much as I did writing them!

For twenty-six years my love sat on display

and I watched as each person passed me by

Suddenly things changed, when he looked through the windowpane

and purchased the love no one wanted to buy

Like two small kids we linked up hands

and chased the other til we grew tired from all the fun

Like magnets our eyes met and we kissed without any regrets

as we laid marinating out in the sun

As the sun glared down and kissed our skin, we searched for the nearest shade

Rather than rest under the old oak tree, he sought refugee within a dark cave

Like trees during the winter solstice, his leaves began to change

and the love that lit his fire for four months, was slowing losing its flame

Not satisfied with his purchase, he went to the store demanding something be done

but there wasn’t anything that they could do, because of the store’s strict policy on “no refunds”

No matter how good the love made him feel, or the need to have it in his life

He grew tired and it was no longer wanted, because it had satisfied his temporary delight

No matter how much you love someone, make sure they feel the same way about you. If not, you’ll find yourself crying over something you thought was to “last forever”, when it was meant to be enjoyed for a “little while”.

Until next time my NOTE takers!

Writefully yours,

Deetra La’Rue

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s