Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The End of Innocence
He was a musician; I was naive
Caught in his Rock ‘n Roll web
I the butterfly; enchanted and intrigued
Hungry for affection; ignoring mis-steps
Caught in his Rock ‘n Roll web
He feasted on my wide-eyed innocence
Hungry for affection; ignoring mis-steps
Playing my heart like his stringed instrument
He feasted on my wide-eyed innocence
Devouring my love; a deprived soul
Playing my heart like his stringed instrument
In my heaving chest lies; a gaping hole
Devouring my love; a deprived soul
I the butterfly; enchanted and intrigued
In my heaving chest lies; a gaping hole
He was a musician; I was naive
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
I opted for a Pantoum for dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2018/12/06/repetitive-forms-meeting-the-bar/
Share this:
28 Comments on “The End of Innocence”
Leave a comment
JUST RELEASED!
JUST RELEASED!
Bartender at
Barista at Go Dog Go Cafe
Awards Top 20 Short Story Blog
Recent Comments
 | Michael Thiltgen on The Legend of Jump River … |
 | Linda Lee Lyberg on Spring Sigh |
 | Jetty on Spring Sigh |
| Linda Lee Lyberg on The Legend of Jump River … |
 | Mickey on The Legend of Jump River … |
POETS CORNER
Charmed Chaos 
A interesting idea for the poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Sadje.
LikeLike
Welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I seem to remember naive girls during my drumming days 😇😁
LikeLiked by 1 person
LOL! I bet you do Walt! 😉
LikeLike
WEG – wicked evil grin 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤️😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
A clever and interesting poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I loved the repetative feasting on innocence! Well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Dwight!
LikeLiked by 1 person
oooh, that is a beautiful spider in the picture! that is the thing about predation, it lock you up tight and sucks out your juice. Love is something different isn’t it? This is well crafted and tugs at me LInda.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for your thoughtful words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Never seen this format before. I rather like it
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s one of my favorite forms. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This works so well! That image makes it all the more real. You rock this form! …um… I mean… 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha! Thanks Jill. Rock n roll will never die. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful poem, Linda. Thanks for the added bonus of Don Henley.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure. Thank you so much!
LikeLike
Nice approach to the relationship using the butterfly and the spider’s web.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Frank.
LikeLiked by 1 person
a dance and a death of naivete. you penned this so well
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
you are welcome 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a great use to capture a story in the form… it works very well
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Bjorn!
LikeLike
There is a wicked enchantment of rock-n-roll, and even the musicians are caught in its web. I bet this fellow looks back and feels sorry for how he treated you. That is, if he escaped the trap!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Unfortunately, he didn’t. God rest his soul.
LikeLike