Distracted by some precious stones
Walking down the streets all alone
Glowing like a light house very true
Spectacular colors with bright hues
She wore a one shoulder mini sequin
Wrapped tightly over her silky pale skin
Sitting there much like a brave queen
I standing in my youth very green
Not being very close to anywhere
It was but for a moment that I stared
I asked, “May I escort you to your home?”
She said, “No, but please may I use your cell phone?”
Apparently she had some kind of fight
Being left off here in the dead of night
Finally a car came to drive her home
She kissed my cheek and thanked me for the phone
She took off a ring from her left hand’s finger
Gave it to me made with large diamonds and silver
They drove off in a hurry leaving me alone
Still being distracted by some precious stones
© 2011 Michael Yost
Interesting story told here, Michael. A broken romance–a stranger “rewarded”.
Being at the right place at the right time works sometimes.
An entire story in just a few stanzas. Really well done, booguloo.
Thanks Kim. Appreciate the comment and the visit.
Oh wow I agree you really have painted a complete story with your words. Wonderfully done
Longer than my usual write but a story that had to be told.
nothing is as precious as true love.
love your message.
Glad you liked it!
You’ve woven a tale into a few words – love it
I really enjoy shorter poems. Thanks for stopping by.
An interesting story with a variety of stones and some precious moments!
Thank you Eileen