Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

Tag Archives: Tragic Romance

Blue Babe

Funk-flattened by that man,
the one who stole her whole,
heart, soul… grassy knoll.

Blue, blank, busted,
burnt by a formerly formidable passion
that now passes for bitter brittleness.

Lost love takes the shape of
a long tall martini, in her limp hands,
as she holds up her part of the bar,

awaiting her next mistake.

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Trifecta, use the word “blue” in a 33-333 poem as an adjective meaning melancholy… Been there, done him…
Also at my poetic watering hole, Poets United. Peace, Amy


Loathsome Lothario

Lordy! Ladies loooooove Lenny,
lackadaisical, lame-ass loser.

Looks: Lethal.
Leaver? Likely.

Lovelorn, leftover lasses
lament losing Lenny:

lemmings
leaping
l
e
d
g
e
s.

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “L.” Also at my poetic café where the chairs are really comfy, Poets United! Check out both sites for contributors and you’ll find some groovin’ work, including photographers and storytellers.

PAD April #7, and all while getting ready for Easter Sunday worship tomorrow.  Peace, Amy