Posted: February 29, 2012 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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She told me she wanted space.
I handed her galaxies in a glass bottle

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

This poem is linked to d’versepoets.com for Openlinknight33

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  1. Quirina says:

    Love this. Can just see the bubbles …

  2. brian miller says:

    how can one complain when you give them what they want…made me think a little jimmy stewart…i’ll lasso the moon for you

  3. Chazinator says:

    Ahhhh… that old standard about needing space. Your reply says so much, perhaps the galaxies reflecting your pain at the separation.

  4. Janaki Nagaraj says:


  5. Asni says:

    They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all!

  6. Jennifaye says:

    Clever and bittersweet at the same time.

  7. Excellent image, wonderful in its simplicity.

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