Thursday, April 2, 2009

Solitaire for TOP and NaPoWriMo Day 2

He ran in the house
grabbed my hand
and pulled me upstairs

to my bedroom,
a place he was not allowed.
My parents

were at work, though.
He made me sit
on the edge of my bed

and he got down
on his knees,
took the ring out.

“Will you marry me?”
he asked as he slipped
the solitaire

on my finger.
Did I even answer?
Did he ever imagine a “no”

in my mouth
ready to fly out
like scissors

and cut his smile
in two? He pulled
me up close

and “yes” got squeezed
in between
our beating hearts.


Tumblewords: said...

Sweet! I'm thinking this is non-fiction! Warm and lovely.

SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

Phew! Lucky you, that's so romantic!

Richard Wells said...

Linda! Good story. Good poem. Best for me is the part about the "no." What an active image. Almost surreal. Very visual. Its a wow.

susan said...

"fly out like scissors."

How do you do it? :-)

floreta said...

nice! i hope this is true! :)

Ofira Sephiroth said...

I often wonder how many proposals actually get turned down on a regular basis. I love "fly out like scissors".

anthonynorth said...

I love the way the 'yes' came out. Very romantic.

Erin Davis said...

This just evokes the power of young love so clearly. Reminds me a little of when my husband proposed to me...

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