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    Past Promise Passed

    In a coffee shop on any street
    You never know just who you’ll meet
    Amid the rise and fall of conversation
    She hears a voice with instant recognition

    The circumstances don’t connect
    But then how would she ever expect
    That an old flame from far away
    Would be in her neck of the woods today

    Decisions, decisions, should she speak up
    Or sit quietly with a coffee top up
    Be nosey about what’s going on in his life
    Is he doing well with kids and a wife?

    It’s only a voice she doesn’t recognise the look
    Will he be aware of the one he forsook?
    A lucky escape as she now knows
    Part of a journey in which she grows

    Strength to develop a plot of her own
    Courage to feed the seed she has sown
    Faith that the growth will long outlast
    Any spent compost that belongs in the past

  • #2
    Oftentimes the past is better be left where it belongs – behind! Beautifully told!

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    • #3
      Ah, I do agree with AnatoliyS here - this paints a wonderful picture of a 'close call avoided' mooneyblack. I love the way you captured the natural curiosity and deliberations in rhyme, and the forward looking ending. Wonderful verse!

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      • #4
        Any spent compost that belongs in the past. what a great line to end this wonderful scripted poem.

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        • RhymeLovingWriter
          RhymeLovingWriter commented
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          Very diplomatic, don't you think?

      • #5
        RhymeLovingWritermooneyblack diplomacy at it's best indeed.

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        • #6
          Thanks all, this was a combination of a conversation overheard in a local coffee shop and a little bit of imagination thrown in.

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          • #7
            Hello mooneyblack, Leave the compost unturned it will only rise the steam of the past. A deftly composed verse sipped from coffee and conversation. Another great verse from your busy bureau. Regards, Tony.

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