Saturday, June 11, 2011

Slipping Through



Today's muse: Carry on Tuesday

Today's prompt: The title to ABBA's song, Slipping through my fingers.

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Slipping Through

Back then, we walked side by side, our pace matched. We laughed and talked, finished each others sentences.

We held hands, fingers linked, palms pressed.

Lately, you walk ahead, leaving me behind, seldom looking back. I can’t laugh anymore; you don’t care enough to listen.

I’m trying to hold tight, but I feel you slipping through my fingers.


10 comments:

  1. WhitesnakeJune 12, 2011 at 3:09 AM

    Oh Oh slipping away from me......

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  2. DeborahJune 12, 2011 at 3:44 AM

    Lately, you walk ahead, leaving me behind, seldom looking back. I can’t laugh anymore; you don’t care enough to listen. Brilliant.

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  3. Charley RobsonJune 12, 2011 at 4:34 AM

    ^ I'm with Deborah, that's my favourite bit :)

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  4. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJune 13, 2011 at 12:01 PM

    wow.

    love it.

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  5. glnrozJune 13, 2011 at 5:47 PM

    How come? ms. Mannning,,

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  6. UnknownJune 14, 2011 at 8:49 PM

    Sad yet beautiful:-)

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  7. andymac89June 14, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    Truly beautiful. It manages to touch the sadness nerve. Brilliant poem.

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  8. Jae RoseJune 15, 2011 at 1:09 PM

    There are universal signs of things slipping by aren't they..it all tends to go down hill once you take your hands out of each others jeans pockets..I still hope they re-join fingers..Jae

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  9. Henry ClemmonsJune 16, 2011 at 11:08 PM

    A very real write. Honest voice. Enjoyed much.

    http://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/unexpected.html

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  10. gsb3June 17, 2011 at 2:09 PM

    I agree. This definitely feels real and honest. Very sad.

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