I’m going to try to jump back into Friday Fictioneers today with a poem. If you’d like to join in and write your own 100-word story/poem based on the picture below, hop over and check out the details. Today’s picture is courtesy of Janet Webb.

NARCISSUS
It’s true you quicken heartbeats when you enter rooms.
And every girl around competes for you.
The wilting sighs escape when you are passing by,
And “gorgeous” comes to mind describing you.
Your smile – it’s dazzle ‘lectrifies fair maiden hearts,
Your voice – it has a timbre all its own.
And when you stay away, we girls all miss you so;
That you return to find our love has grown.
But all our smiles and sighs have no effect on you.
And year by year you manage to stay free.
Well, I, for one, know why you never choose a love:
You’re lost in love with what your mirror sees.
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Sad.
Anybody else humming “You’re so Vain”? Snazzy poem!
I couldn’t help but think of that song when I was writing this. Thanks.
We all know some of them!
Sandra, a good modern poetic take on the legend/myth.
janet
Thanks, Janet.
Excellent! what a great poem, describing so beautifully a sad reality for some.
Thank you, and thanks for taking the time to read it.
Dear Sandra,
I’ve known a couple of guys who fit this description. The funny thing about N’s is that they hit a certain age and start unraveling. I’d feel sorry for them if they weren’t such…well you know.
Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. I haven’t known very many of this type personally, but I’ve known plenty of other screwballs. Men are so easily deceived, it seems, and that makes them hard to deal with. Ho-hum. Can’t live with them, but can’t live without them …….
Dear Sandra,
You venture with sure steps where I dare not tread. A wonderful poem. (It’s about me, right?)
Aloha,
Doug
Okay, I really did laugh out loud. Thanks for the compliment on the poem, and as to the question: I can only say I don’t know you well enough to answer it. That will let me off the hook, won’t it?
Consider yourself unhooked.
Aloha,
Doug
Great poem. I was thinking George Clooney, but then again he seems kind and fun loving and IS (we all think) finally getting hitched.
Thank you, and thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
gee, I could have sworn that was about me — until the last stanza. 🙂
BTW – someone stole the image from my mirror and replaced it with an old, grey headed fat guy. I’ve posted a reward for the return of my young, handsome image, but so far no one has stepped forward.
Sandra, I agree that he’s going to have a problem when he starts to age and become a senior citizen. No one should rely on looks alone. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Thank you.
What a lovely poem Sandra, you have a sure touch. Well done
Dee
Thank you. I enjoyed writing it.
Well written Sandra.
Thanks, Dennis. As I wrote it, that old song, “You’re So Vain,” kept running through my mind.