Fickle

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  • Confusion

    Fickle

    You are a connundrum
    Wrapped in an enigma
    Smothered in a mystery
    Flip Flop Flip Flop
    When will it stop
    Where will the ball drop
    Always in your court it seems
    Back and forth
    Ebb and flow
    Pendulum swings
    And I never know
    What your heart says today
    Possibly nothing
    Yet there's always something
    The confusion is maddening
    When your emotions
    Seem to change
    With the blowing of the wind
    Fickle as a breeze
    Tease Tease Tease!

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    Crush commented on Fickle

    07-07-2009

    you have the amazing gift of flow in your peoms. i am a huge fan of yours. don't forget me when u are famous.

    trocka7

    07/07/2009

    Such kind words from you, thank you for them :) I could never forget you, Crush, I'm always checking in on you, looking for more from your talented mind....thank you again :)

    organicchick commented on Fickle

    07-04-2009

    I love it !!!! I know exactly what you are saying here!!! This is really a great poem. I really like your style.....I have only had a chance to read a handful of your poems but so far you have me very interested!!!

    trocka7

    07/05/2009

    Thank you for all of your feedback and kind words, it is very much appreciated! I know you like nature poetry, I've posted a new one called Sunset Salutation if you want to check it out. Thanks again for taking the time to read some of my stuff, I really enjoy your writings as well! :)

    trocka7

    07/05/2009

    Thank you for all of your feedback and kind words, it is very much appreciated! I know you like nature poetry, I've posted a new one called Sunset Salutation if you want to check it out. Thanks again for taking the time to read some of my stuff, I really enjoy your writings as well! :)

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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