It’s Not Funny . . . Or Is It?

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It’s Not Funny . . . Or Is It?

Now All at Once As I Sat There Before My Desk

by Ernest Fuhr

1921

Undiminished or Unwritten –

A Token Unspoken of Love That’s Gone Broken

Perhaps the most telling of all we may phrase,

Expressions remarkable, sure to amaze,

May never appear in our printed displays.

Behold yet the heart of a man that betrays.

The worst double agents we ever might know

Routinely play ploys fairly stunning, and so

We flirt with the fates, fanning old flames aglow.

How can we not recognize this tale of woe?

We kiss youth farewell to bring bright days along,

But somehow the blues beckon us back, headstrong.

An unwritten letter rekindles love song,

Revisiting romances rightly long gone.

The misguided missive diminishes trust,

Along with a passion that once could combust.

We stare at the page – empty, blank, undiscussed –

Relieved we penned not what we once thought we must.

Posted for a variety of prompts:

3-Word Wednesday (“flirt,” “ploy” and “stunning”)

Easy Street Prompts (“double agents”)

Meme Express (“youth”)

Poefusion (include a zeugma)

Poetic Asides (April P.A.D. Challenge: “routine”)

Pumping Your Muse (“It’s Not Funny”)

Read Write Poem (NaPoWriMo – “old flames”)

Simply Snickers (“blue,” “bright” and “bring”)

Totally Optional Prompts (“meditation on a letter”)

Tuesday Title (“Diminished”)

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