Darke County Senior
Scribe
Valentines
Day verse for CNO readers
By Lois
Wilson
Once again Senior Scribe Poet Laureate Lois Wilson is
on top of the season with her insightful look at the important events
of the day.
This time its Valentines
Day. Wilson offers four different thoughts about the annual tribute
to romance.
Wilson's completed set -
four volumes - of published poetry is now available and is offered as
a fundraiser for the Senior Scribes Scholarship Fund. Enjoy great
poetry and help a local youngster attend college. For additional
information, contact editor@countynewsonline.org.
X-ERCISE
vs. X-ORCISE
His
date was always texting;
Her
obsession made him vexed.
He
asked, “It’s quite perplexing;
Why
can’t you stop your texting?”
Her
reply was pure pretext:
“My
thumbs stay thin from flexing.”
Home,
he spun his file about,
Finally
found her name indexed.
Resolute,
he had no doubt;
With
a pen he X-ed it out!
Lois
E. Wilson
©
2012 Lois E. Wilson
ICED
TEA
Midst
roses red,
On
bended knee
Her
suitor pled,
“Please
marry me.”
She
shook her head,
“It’s
not to be.”
He
coaxed, “Let’s wed.
Please
grant my plea.
Our
days ahead,
Perfect,
you’ll see.”
But
she instead
Just
sipped her tea.
Her
face looked dead;
He
saw no glee.
Rebuffed,
he fled—
Left
there was she
Beneath
the tree
Still
sipping tea.
Lois
E. Wilson
©
2012 Lois E. Wilson
TRUE
BLUE
She
thought her future with men grim.
Her
love life would look bright—then grim.
She
sought a husband who’d be true
Dead
set on one who dressed in blue
Navy,
Air Force—her dream yen slim,
She
chose a guy in blue denim.
Lois
E. Wilson
©
2011 Lois E. Wilson
THE
RED BOX
It
was her special treasure;
She
had kept it sixty years
It
brought her untold pleasure
And
occasionally some tears.
She
would look through its contents,
Take
each love note in her hand
Reading
her husband’s comments
Remembering
the life they’d planned.
She’d
hold the lid, lightly sniff,
Dream
of the chocolate scent—
She
detected not one whiff
For
the residue was spent.
She
opens a new heart box
Filled
with candies from their son.
With
each piece recall unlocks;
Family
memories soon rerun.
Lois
E. Wilson
©
2010 Lois E. Wilson
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