Saturday, March 29, 2008

writer's island prompt... torrid and the gamble

the gamble

they had a torrid affair,
gambling all life's pleasure
to seek the satisfaction
of their own desires.
the pain it caused was
never ending with each
life affected, crumbling
piece, by fragile piece.
to learn all life's painful
lessons in one seemingly
innocent moment. it ended
abruptly, as each had a
moment of conscience to
stop them from the destruction.

9 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

Nicely done poem!

I'm certainly no expert and I've had to ask for help with that, too. This is how i do it and it seems to work most of the time. Just substitute < and > for the brackets:

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Hope this helps!

paisley said...

it just leaves me wondering if they would do it again... torrid is not just your garden variety love.......

Leigh Lear said...

thanks linda, and paisley, that is the million dollar question isn't it.

anthonynorth said...

As I see it, there's two types of love - infatuation, which eventually changes to deep companionship. But if another infatuation strikes ...
... you can so easily mistake the latter as not love at all.

gautami tripathy said...

Torrid can never be love! Lust yes, Passion, yes!

word by word

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I'm not so sure I agree with Gautami. Torrid can be a way to start something that leads to love.

Clearly, not here, Leigh. I like "as each had a moment of conscience" -- that's my favorite line.

Selma said...

I often wonder, like Paisley, if we wouldn't gamble everything for a torrid kind of love.

One More Believer said...

doesn't happen often...to walk away and not turn around...

shubd07 said...

The "torrid"ness is very apparent in the fervent manner in which the words have been laid out .. nice done.

Just wondering if with the frenzy of passion and emotion running so high ..would it be possible to suddenly feel the twinge of conscience ? Passion and Rationality are rarely bedfellows :)